page one, begins our story
little girls, scared and alone
find each other in the morning
through a ringing telephone

page two starts through crowded hallways
sprinting back and forth to class
yet still finding time to exchange ways
to make each other laugh

but what if one of us is broken
does the bond begin to fray
cause this shattered girl is frozen
at a loss for words and so afraid
that she may never heal the wound
that snuck up on her from within
and she is counting on herself
but what if she can’t win?

page three’s torn from mindless error
the defect in one ignites
pushing further all her loved ones
cornering them into fights
and still her mind is wide and open
so aware yet stuck in time
i know this well because her thoughts are mine

and so what if I am broken?
will our bond begin to fray
cause I’m standing here frozen
cannot speak and so afraid
that i will never heal from wounds
that snuck up on me from within
and i am counting on my conscious but what if i can’t win
what then

pages four and five and six are blank
like canvases unpainted
I’ve tried writing in the lines but still
i feel the ink is tainted
with my absent minded thinkin
but yet
I can’t bring myself to apologize
I can’t bring myself to understand why
I can’t win.