A beautiful young being, Still at the tender age
Influence sweeps like aplague, she is sweeped where the wind blows,
no other being seems right but herself, feeling like evryone seems to run her life
As blind as a bat she still trying to find herself, as the mind and heart r on a strife
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You raise many questions about growing up in this world of ours. Keep asking just wait for that moment when your true heart. Always listen to your witness.
Its always hard to know if to follow the minds logic or the brains yearnings.good poem.