A Little Visit

Sometimes I like to go back

To that old trailer in the woods.

Look inside the windows

Remember what it was like

To be someone

Nobody wanted.

 

Sometimes I like to remember what it was like

To be that little girl;

So afraid of everyone

And everything

That sometimes

I wanted to die.

 

Sometimes I like to go back

Remember where I came from

To see how far I’ve come.

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