She sat, not speaking
Her face pale, her eyes vacant
But inside her head she was dreaming
Dreaming of a way out
Her legs were not broken
Nor her hands or feet
She sat in the wheelchair because
It was her hope that was a shattered glass
They told her she'd have a normal life
Without a worry or care
As she looked off into space
She realized how wrong they were
As pretty as a daisy
But with sickness overcoming her
She had nowhere else to turn
No one else to be there for her
In and out of clinics she went
Too sick to have the energy to walk
Not even a teenager yet
Yet she had lived a lifetime
She should be worrying
About friends and nails and boys
Yet she is stuck within these crying walls
Worrying what the next day will bring
All she needs is a sign of affection
Someone to tell her she'll make it through
She is locked away in her own prison
But knows that soon, all will be done
She waits for it to be over
For someone to reach out and give her a hug
She waits for the end of all this
And to get rid of the cancer inside her
She sat, not speaking
Her face pale, her eyes vacant
But inside her head she was dreaming
Dreaming of a way out
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