but who could love meMature

for i am a madwoman.

but who could love me

the hands of the clock are merciless
a twelve-year-old girl grew up
watching her fragile sister bury 
her tear-stained face in her hands
and now, seventeen, she is trapped
in the fears of her twelve-year-old self
forced to take care of others but
she cannot take care of herself
i could let you in on the monsters that
plague my mind every night
keeping me up til early morning
but you cannot know my hell
daring you to find me when i hide
but terrified of being discovered
resigning myself to being alone
who could love me? for i am a madwoman...

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