Hidden little person down on her knees, crying and screaming her secret pleas. Wanting her freedom afraid of the light. Recurring past and resurrecting fright. Invisible stones bury her mind beneath her sullen tears, shaking and shivering, wrapped in her fears. Watching her life from behind closed doors, riping and tearing boards from the floors. Throwing a fit and bruising her hand, alone and confused in no mans land. Peering through windows covered in paint, suffocating air making her faint. Cutting her wrists and pulling her hair, trapped inside the girl in the mirror.

Maybe in me, maybe in you. Maybe in a best friend you thought you knew?

I wrote this on 2/18/98 but I'm now ready to share it.

ok the part isnt really part of the poem but yet it is?? so i don't know what to do with it any ideas?