All she is, is an empty shell.
People keep hurting her, maybe it’s just as well.
Since age fifteen, she’s been emotionally dead.
The only emotion she feels is all in her head.
Memories of nightmares that were all too real
Haunted her being to the point she couldn’t feel.
No one knew of them, she dared not tell.
It was around then that she began to rebel.
Age sixteen was bad, she was all alone.
She walked around knowing she was unknown.
No one knew her, nor would they ever.
Her parents thought she was happy, she was a very good actor.
The summer wasn’t bad, her sister came back.
Suddenly she didn’t feel so alone, her sister was like her, down to wearing lots of black.
She met a guy who made her so happy,
It didn’t last long, he suddenly grew angry.
Seventeen sucked, but didn’t seem as bad.
Her brother came along, he was all she had.
The two of them got along like none other.
Ten years apart did nothing, it was like they’d grown up together.
It didn’t take long for the memories to subside,
Even though she had never really cried.
The memories of which no one knew,
Perhaps it was something of which she outgrew?
Forgetting never lasted long enough,
She soon remembered, and that was rough.
Soon she was back to her old ways
And she annoyed her brother for several days.
No one would understand, this much she knew.
From everyone, she withdrew.
This was her burden to bear, not theirs.
She could no longer escape the nightmares.