I sing a different America
I am the lonely child
That no one knows about.
She has me hidden from the world
In a closet.
Nobody will know I exist,
Nobody will help me.
Next time, though,
I won’t go to the closet.
I’ll stay within view,
So someone will see me
Before she does.
Then somebody will know,
Somebody will help.
But maybe,
They’ll see how bad I am
And be too afraid
And I’ll be left in the closet,
Until another opportunity to show myself comes.
That is my “America.”
Author notes
my favorite musical is either Sweeney Todd or Phantom of the Opera...
A contest entry
- My heart is on my sleeve (but beating in your hand) by Little Lottie.
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Comments
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This was very thought-provoking. This piece brings several different things to mind. Abuse, disease, difference. All things that can cause alienation. And she... The reader wonders who She is. It was beautifully written and in your own subtle way told a story. Though I cannot say if it is autobiographical. Wonderful write. Good luck.
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