Alyssa Bustamante Requested Venue Change

A passion so wild taken in the life of a child.She cries out, the world goes by my cage and never sees me,they can't sense my pain, they don't see beyond these cutting veins.They waltz right past me very fastly, ashamed to lend a helping handas if they can't see that I am sinking quicker and quicker in sinking sand.My wings are beaten, broken, and torn.  As you're laughing and carrying on, I'm wishing I were never born.To take the life of this sweet child, you will mourn.Curiosity carries on while I challenge the world, challenge their strength, challenge their ways.I am plotting to change the way I will now spend the rest of my days.Who will you blame in the recognition of my name?I close my eyes and begin to capsize, as tears scream from my broken lies.Would you set me free if I told you my brain had made me sane, made me realize?See big mistakes, make great stories, but this is not what I intended, I will now rot fairly past my forties..You're thirsty for my blood, the blood of a killer, but you yourself shout obscenities of death.I sat and wished my mind would rest, but this place has taken away everything, the worst and the best.All I wanted was a theory to test, now I'm sitting here chained to this unwelcoming nest.The world does not go by my cage, they do not ever see me, they will never free me...When outside my cage, all that is displayed before me is heinous rage.Now I am trapped inside this book, this unruling novel that you have overlooked.No time to analyze my rage, you don't dare to take a look, so you turn the other page.See I was just a normal girl, who's life was put in an overturning whirl.Turned upside down just to see what it felt like to be six feet underground.From her sweet blood stained mouth, we will never hear another sound.for alyssa bustamante