I am the words yet
unspoken.
I am the broken-winged
bird longing to fly.
I am the child picturing
dead dreams.
I am the star craving
for love.
I am the tree chopped
in the middle,
And I will carry the
scar forever.
I am the cat who shies
away from the crowd.
I am the deer frozen in
the headlights.
I am the little girl
left alone in the woods.
I am the ghost trapped
in a lonely heart.
And I ask, I ask. Why
all the pain?
Why is life the
bitterest sweet I taste?
