A young child looks out

From a cage of bones and flesh

Protective and encasing

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She once felt at home here

Filled with joy and knowing she

was loved, by so many

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"It's time for something different,"

The outside world muffled

in with a thud

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And her home cried with hurt

The walls, no longer softer

grew into a tall stifling lock.

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"It's time for something different,"

The outside world simply said

just to break

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The fun we had

The whip crack now is heavy

Demanding to make the mark

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Meet the quota and pull me closer

closer to a goal

closer to an end

closer to the reason I'm here

closer to letting it all go

closer to a breaking point

closer to her

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"It's time for something different",

The inside girl cried with

exhausted limbs

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Supporting her plea

"I'm meant for something more than

wasting away in a cage

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and learning to hate myself,

There must be something more than

growing to fear my age

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And learning to hate everyone else."

Though she held a tight fury

inside her heart

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The world muffled the echo

and she knew

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There must be something different

But it was not here now