It's cold out. I'm glad of it too. I can hide behind a scarf and no one will see, know one will know. I see children in the snow, They have parents. They are happy. I am not. The bitter wind whips up my hair and makes it dance in the wind. I want to be normal. But life is cruel. Life is mean.
Out in the cold, out on my own,
I see a girl. She has no scarf pulled around her face. She has long curled hair and a pretty face. I walk by her. I smile and she sneers. She tells me to go away and leave her be. I can feel the tears coming. They prick my eyes and sting. I can never be the same as I was. Before.
Out in the cold, out on my own,
Before. Before I was 2 I was 1, before I was 3 I was 2, before I was 4 I was 3, before I was 5 I was 4, before I was 6 I was happy. I lived in a home with an adoring family. I was like a princess. Then it went wrong. My luck ran out. My wings broke and I fell from cloud nine. 6 years was too short. I lost my family, my home, my day, my night, my spring, my summer. I lost everything.
At least my they're alive.
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