A poem by Dannielle Attree, reflective of now.
I am a prisoner left to suffer, immense pain.
Trapped in Seclusion, slowly going insane.
Made to feel ashamed of who i am,
No here gives a damn.
So many chaotic thoughts spinning around in my head,
Always anxious-on the edge,
This is no life, I would rather be dead.
Not waking up every day filled with dread!
How much more do I have to take?
How much longer until I get a break?
I am a shadow of a girl, invisible to most- completely broken,
The girl with no face, that will NEVER go home.
©️ Dannielle Attree.