Alone at six
Learning things and how to fix
Life was tough
At age six, things were rough
Independent
No time for merriment
No childhood life to call
No time to play at all
In solitude,
She'd watched the multitude
A young girl who grew up,
Learning things and how to fix
Life was tough
At age six, things were rough
Independent
No time for merriment
No childhood life to call
No time to play at all
In solitude,
She'd watched the multitude
A young girl who grew up,
Without someone to call up
She couldn't ask for help
So, she kept everything to herself
With pens and notes
She'd just write unspoken quotes
Quietly, her fears and pains
She'd wail using strokes of her pens
When will troubles end
Someday, her broken heart, she'd try to mend
At teens, things are still difficult.
She prayed problems will come to halt
But no, 'til now they keep taunting
At night, she cried, anxiety is haunting
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