The mistake girl is in the corner,
Facing the wall,
Counting how many cracks are in the cheap,
Trying desperately and
Failing to block out her mother’s voice.
Setting a price.
It’s hard to find who I am.
I know this could take long.
What sets me and others apart?
Where do I choose to stand?
I want answers to appear like the bang of a gong.
Reaching down into my heart,
or searching up above.
Finally at last, I find a song.