One So Close

My body is weak

My head is low

My pride is stripped

From one so close

My tears burn fast

My thoughts are in clouds

My blood is dry

From one so close

No flow to my veins

Crushed trust turns to pain

I hide away in the cupboard

From one so close

For fear and defiance

I pray in silence

Not to be found

From one so close

And when whispers echo dangerously near

I grasp on tight to my porcelain doll

Wishing in vain she played the games

Instead of I …

From one so close.