My multiple masks hide my inner grieving
And the ruby slippers are leaving
Who am I deceiving?
Gone is the girl who was named Lilly Bee
Once full of happiness and glee
Why can I not be free?
It now feels like a waste of time
Appears to be as sour as a lime
When was silence considered a crime?
Tears have become overflowing streams
Slashed are those great aspirations and dreams
What caused them to rip from the seams?
Take no pity in this woe
It’s fact that days of skipping are so long ago
When did my happiness decide to go?