The dark corners are her happy place,
Where she can be herself without questions,
There's no one to judge nor to laugh at her,
Just her pain, her despair and herself.
Her tears can no longer tell her story,
They now fall just to wash up her past,
The past that has had been frightening,
Making her life a living nightmare.
No matter the number of smiles she gives,
Or the number of faces she can light,
She is still the very same rag doll,
That has been used not by one, but many.

-Sp