The Chosen Child
A Chosen Child is special
her parents told her so
why then does she feel alone?
will she ever really know
Their needs she meets religiously
her needs they are ignored
she must keep them to herself
to voice them is absurd
I am Daddy's pretty girl
he tells me all the time
I'm special, but it's secret
to tell would be a crime
So I stay silent all the time
don't talk of what happens in me
I have to protect and help them
or neglectfull I would be
But at times I sit and cry alone
I'm lost and so confused
when will they be happy?
when will I cease feeling used?
Does this mean they love me?
I give them oh so much
but I am here and broken
they destroyed me with their touch
Years go bye, I've lost them both
an adult I've become
although I know I'm incomplete
I was the chosen one!
~ ŠTRIZIA 2004 ~
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