Invisible Girl

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By Zoey

When I don’t share what I write,
When I have no voice to speak,
When I feel so cold,
When I’m all alone,
I want to scream to the world:
‘I’m here’,
‘I’m alive’,
‘Don’t you see me?’

Inspiration needs freedom,
inspiration needs space,
so when it gets locked away…
there is nothing more painful than this.

It screams,
it’s on fire,
it’s in pain,
it’s in chains.

But there’s no one who listens,
no one that cares.

And the coldness is seeping,
like a terrible curse.
Or a poison,
slowly working its way,
through your veins,
through your blood,
to your heart,
so you die.

But you’re still alive,
just dead inside.
And that’s when you think:
‘How can I fight it?’

You don’t see me now.
You don’t know who I am.
I write to the air,
I read with no one to share.
I’m a shadow,
a ghost,
A girl who is locked.

I sit there, alone,
a burning passion with no home.

But an ending like this,
I refuse to accept.
So whatever happens,
whatever is next,
I’ll hope,
and I’ll wish,
and I’ll fight it,
and I’ll stay on my feet.

Because giving up,
you see,
is so not my style.

There are hardships,
and darkness,
and a terrible cold.

But if I’ll close my eyes,
and block the noise,
and shut myself from the world,
I know I’ll regret it,
and so many others I have yet to know.

So as of right now,
I’ll fight it with words.
And when the time comes,
I’ll defeat it in the real world.

Just like a warrior,
I’ll break from these chains…
And I’ll make my own change.