Yes, I've Lost My Mind

The innocent girl is sitting on the cold floor, her face buried in her hands. Whether it's shame or the fact she's upset nobody can be sure. But she knows, she's not ashamed of who she is and she has no reason to be either. Tears continue to flood down her face, she's so confused and lost nobody to turn to, being accused of things she has never done.

Why won't they believe her? It's not a phase. She's not ashamed and she won't turn back. Ever. Words begin to battle throughout her mind, different opinions she's been given but she's not sure who to follow, who to agree with and who to disagree with. She doesn't have her own opinion, relying on others to make her decisions for her.

All she wants is someone to be with, somebody to hold her tight and kiss her until her head grows fuzzy and she become lightheaded. Someone whose touches leave a trail of heat across her body and someone who will never let her go.

She longs for that touch; someday she likes to think that she'll find someone. Someone to dull the pain, someone to make her feel happy and alive again.