She knows not where she comes from,
nor where she goes.
All is confusing in her mind,
nothing is right in her world.
Love is hate and the heart is cold,
many love but all will hate.

In the end there is only one,
she stands alone in all her sorrow.
Not caring that many love her,
Only knowing she must die.

The end is near and no one cares,
they will cry but not with tears
The soul will fly with all its pain,
not knowing where to stay.

The soul is twisted in this little girl.
She rarely loves and trusts few.
Though she seems open,
the walls around her heart are strong.
Her emotions come out in perverse ways,
though she tries to be pleasent.
Her emotions are so bewildering,
that not even she understands them.

The heart will confuse the mind.
The mind will protest to what the heart wants.
The heart will win, then be broken.
The mind will shut down and the heart will die ...




This was written on Sept. 8, 1996, at age 16.

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