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.