No Control

She's not feeling well
It's not hard to tell
No smile on her face
No, not even a trace
Self-chastising
Slowly realizing
She has no control
Down to her rebel soul
And all that's steadfast
Is her trauma filled past
Defined by her trauma
Exhausted from the drama
Of a life of freeze or flight
The target of so much spite
Praying for her release
Praying to find peace
Release from the past
And peace that will last
rksmith
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