A lonely face
Reflects my own
From a mirrored life
With no real home
Arms held closed
Protecting a heart gone cold
Eyes are bitter and hollow
She once was told
Dark and passive
She blankly stares
Her life once had been full filled
Now it seems no one cares
Guilt traced in blood
Hated and hopeless
The cuts go deeper
Into her darkness
Thoughts of death
Only relieve her greif
But still remains
A shallow child underneath
She feels this way
Because of her unforgiving mother
Pushed her to far
An now has only driven her away
Piano player is what she wanted
For her little daughter
A great talent she did have
But it brought her to faulter
Banished from her mother's eyes
Never to see the hapiness live again
Sits in front of a piano
And plays till her cruel end
There is no life left
As this child still plays
Dying inside and out
This is the end of her days
As the sad song comes to an end
The piano now deep red
Her lifeless hands are at rest
This mother's little piano player has gone to her death bed
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Sorry, Was I screaming again?
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