Phoebe

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I don’t know who they are,
yet, they all know me.
Well, at least they think they know me.
They don’t know who I am,
who I really am.

Who are they?
They call me names.
They don’t even know my name.
They say I’ve done things,
terrible things,
unimaginable things
with people I do not even know.

Who are they?
What do they want from me?
Who am I?
I don’t know.
Does anyone really know?

I’m losing my grip.
The world around me is so dark,
heavy and gray under all of these lies.
I can’t take it anymore.
It’s too hard,
too painful,
too much.

But,
it will all be over soon.
Just one more day.
They won’t bother me anymore.
They won’t be able to,
once I’m gone.

It’s been done many times,
I envy those who went before me.
I want to be like them.
I want to be free.

Today is the day.
There they are.
Who are they?
What are they saying?
I can’t hear them today.

Today, their words don’t bother me;
And they won’t bother me ever again,
after today.

Wait a minute,
who is she?
Why is she smiling?
Is she smiling at me?

I smile back,
but I don’t know why.
Does she see me,
who I am, through all of the lies?

She’s not calling me names,
or laughing in my face.
She’s coming closer now,
my heart is running a race!

What does she want?
Doesn’t she see?
I want to go home now,
and set myself free.

She sticks her hand out to me,
that smile still on her face.
Does she know who I am?
Is she in the right place?

I don’t know what’s happening,
but, already I feel free.
I take her hand in my hand and say:
“Hi, I’m Phoebe.”

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