Bandaged, not Broken.

       

For too long, I've been strong. I've been a show, hiding what people may never know. You took a part of me that I haven't seen Since I was into ponies and big dreams. I lead everyone to believe I was happy, Chipper as one can be. But that piece of me you took so long ago Has darkened, swallowed, and nearly eaten me whole. I kept a secret for far too long, Now it is time for you to run along. Keep your lies, your sorrow, those prayers so hollow. The child I used to be Is too afraid to say what she's seen, She is too disgusted, will she ever feel clean? In time she will. In time we will heal. I am a warrior, I am not broken.

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