Let Them See
Hiding away, the girl always was,
out of her mind, she dreamt up a life.
The Other life was good,
full of good people, and good manners.
She felt good, and slipped from the world,
slowly, slowly, drifted away.
Out of her mind, her body stayed behind,
a broken shell, with her soul already gone.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world