They said, "Be mature, you're our only daughter,  
We have expectations, don't drift any farther."  
Not knowing how they crushed each hope she had,  
And left her heart empty, forever sad.  

They told her to act like a child, to play,  
But when could she? She was forced to obey.  
Left alone in a house that was dark and cold,  
She grew strong, but her heart turned old.  

They said, "You're tough, don't cry over pain,  
These little scratches are nothing to explain."  
Not seeing she'd grow, hurting deep inside,  
Where pain was a secret, she could never hide.  

She thought it was fine, that it was okay,  
She still does it now, though it hurts every day.  
Punished for things that she'd never done,  
Now she repeats it when the day is done.  

She was invincible, or so they believed,  
But deep down, she was neglected, deceived.  
Never loved, just a little girl.

always
Always the poet never the poem
Always the thinker never the thought
Always the singer never the song
Always the third never the first
Always the reader never the story
Always the one who longs for never the one who is longed for
Always the shadow never the light  
Always the question never the answer  
Always the dreamer never the dream  
Always the wanderer never the place  
Always the heartache never the peace  
Always the yearning never the embrace  
Always the echo never the sound  
Always the hope that’s never found.