Voluntary Confinement

You take all the pain, but no pills.

You pray to God, you're such a good girl.

You take your hope, you jot it down.
Inside a box it sleeps for now.
The only thing that holds you is a frown.

You take pride in bringing them joy.
You don't want pity, you just en-ter-tain,
You please the crowd; your precious heart is stained.

You take your smile - you hide it so well.
You lock it up like it were in jail.
You're afraid to show what you need.
Let's keep the secret baby, you and me.

You try to fix the cruel games they play.
You hide in your room while they call you names.
You wait for a prince to sweep you away.

You take your head, you lay it down.
Inside a bed it dreams for now.
And you are content.
Then you wake and you say:
"One day. Yes one day, he'll stay."

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We all deal with pain differently, but none of us are except.
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