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Many years have passed

And still I sit here and feel the same.

A woman grown, 

but somehow still a child deep inside. 

My soul aches for what I feel will never be --

a gaping hole that can never be filled. 

This deep unsettling fear of the unknown

haunts me and makes me tremble

like a tiny bird trapped in a cage. 

I should be happy, full of love,

full of laughter and light shining bright.

But somehow the glow of life

dims before it touches me. 

Is there something wrong with me?

I feel so broken, 

a mirror shattered on the ground,

so helpless and bereft,

a newborn kitten without a mother. 

A fragile girl hiding behind bars of steel

erected to protect myself. 

I have hidden for so long

I think I have lost myself. 

I do not know how to break free. 

I do not truly know who I am. 

Ever following along 

on the stream of fate, 

wandering and meandering

with no true purpose. 

I do not know if I have ever

made a decision for myself. 

I am always moving 

where others want me to go. 

My life should be wonderous -- 

I am surrounded by love and family,

I have studied hard 

and earned myself a good career. 

But somehow there is a void

that grows darker by the day. 

The simple things that gave me joy

no longer seem to do the trick. 

Longing for something to set me free -- 

I wonder if I have the strength 

to let myself be happy., 

to let myself feel. 

These feelings echo

of all that's come before. 

I am still that same girl, 

maybe just a little more jaded,

a little more a mouse hiding in the shadows. 

Someday I pray I find the strength

to let myself feel again,

to let go of my control,

and be the girl I hide inside.