I’m sitting here,
thinking about myself,
about my life.
Is this the life I wanted to live?
There are these moments, I feel jailed.
…Feeling like in an another world,
Every day I look in the mirror,
but all I can see is a desperate girl,
full with pain from past,
without any help,
looking for a way out.
The little glimmer of light I had is gone now.
This poem was written/submitted by Alice.