Ten Years old, sitting under my favorite tree.
Gentle roots hold me, form my perfect cradel.
Always accepting, but never accepted.
It's like that tree grew just for me.
Alone,
At ten years old, I hear laughter.
It wasn't meant for me.
Summer day's breeze blows, makes my silent tears cold.
God, how I wish someone would notice my invisibility.
These walls aren't mine.
I see a sailboat in the dust,
It's drawn by a little finger of mine.
Oh, how I wish it would take me away.
But then it happened.
I was the only witness,
to a boy's small shoe hit the dirt,
...my destroyer.
The dream is gone, and I must stay.
He'll never know what hope he killed.
It was only I who knew of the boat's invisibility.
8:59 p.m. - 2004-08-23
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