Ms. Dependant

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I walk with my head up high

With my feet far off the ground

But no one can see inside

My head is staring down.

I lie to everyone

pretending as if I am okay

I am a broken one

showing that I have my life made

But the truth is that I am afraid.

All my life

I have relied

on leaning on another's shoulder

Just so I don't fall too far over

And when they leave

I cry and grieve

For I do not wish to be alone.

They are my home.

Torn and broken

Not independant 

Not what I have chosen

It is what I have in the moment.

I am Miss Dependant.

 

 

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