Clinching the towel with tiny fingers,
But alas could she cry, the silence lingers.
With heavy heart she day dreamed.
Of a life full of her book's personages.
And at the moment, childhood breamed.
Stars turned to fire.
And she felt every mouth to be a liar.
Wishing to see her mother once.
Questions and complaints, she had tons.
Stealing food in her own house.
Can she ever be normal,
Question in every eyes aroused.
One day, I'll be free.
Of the pain and buzz like a bee.
I'll live my childhood all over again.
But can my heart ever overpower this brain?
Thought she in her stupid little head.
Of course my child nothing for now could be said.