From the Daughter Who Sits Alone
I wish I could talk. All the
Other kids talk. I sit there
Numb, my hands stir, my
Face flushes, how I wish I
Had a friend. If I only could
Talk. Is that not the key?
Silence is the enemy, my
Enemy. If I could only
Shut out the noise and open
My sad, longing heart to
The songs beyond my Father.
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Submission Name: From the Daughter Who Sits
