Stefanie's p.o.v
Floating around and
lingering around
as if I do have a
voice, I attempt to
break the ice.
I brace myself
for deep impact.
There's really no way
for you to reach me.
There's really no way
for you to teach me.
I am the black sheep
of the family. I don't
know who I am. I
don't know what I am
so bring on the rain, chaos, and
confusion. There's fire, love
and passion my heart's desire. The
writings on the wall are as clear as your
plans for me. I am torn between giving
into fear or embracing my destiny. My life is a
gift of hope instead of great misfortune such
as her rape.
