Sweet Dreams..

The day of her birth

Might've been the best, or maybe the worst

She sits and stays, and must always obey

Afraid of going outside, for evil lurks behind closed doors

Afraid of people, her own family, unaware of her condition

She cries silently in the dead of night

The only place safe, is tucked under her covers

Wiping away the tears, but the pain still bothers

Hoping her fears will disappear

As she sleeps another night away..