Just as a child, fear was drilled inside.
None right to think or decide.
Had expectations high.
Just a sponge on the side to absorb all their sighs.
Though she was loved, but never important enough to let her mental peace reside.
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Prisoner
Just as a child, fear was drilled inside.
None right to think or decide.
Had expectations high.
Just a sponge on the side to absorb all their sighs.
Though she was loved, but never important enough to let her mental peace reside.