Homeward Bound
Like a clown
A joker in a family gown
A lier in the crowd
Hiding to escape the vanity
Behaving until reaching help from the free
Seeking the freedom
To scream a secret untold
Needing to be alone
To be who shes suposed to be
The one she sees isn't herself
smileing as if happy
looking and appearing preppy
She can't wait for the glory year
A year of freedom from eighteen tears.
A tear for all the scolding without reason.
Another for the way you abandoned her
The way she didn't care.
A tear for the prejedice thrown apon her friends
For the secrets she was forced to aprehend.
For every Christmas spent with family not her own,
the division caused by her family's problems
For a world of emptiness made from denile
From love so feared
To unaviodable seemingly illegal tears
The scraps of expression she begged to capture
From the interventions ever after
From the need to write this poem
and the most needie times alone
The eighteen tears will be gone
And the year of glory will be her song