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Look inside- what do you see?
I see a girl
who was caged,
broken and scared.

I see a girl
who was fed
projections and lies.

I see a girl
who called herself a chameleon
because she could adapt
to any situation-
but in reality
she was hiding,
shrinking into the background
so that she would not be noticed
and picked on
and picked apart
by the vultures
by the spiteful words
disguised as love.

The wild will not be tamed. 
Read more of my poem, my first ever national publication, on Elephant Journal.

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