Emmy Rossum

When she was younger,
She stood staring at the door.
Waiting for the day,
That she knew would surely come.
Tied bows in her hair.
Dressed as she thought you'd like.
But as time ticked away,
Promises fade one by one.
And now she's all grown.
Made it through on her own.
Now strong enough to see,
You've been where you want to be.
No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don't have,
Because I'm more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.
Sometimes she wonders.
Imagines what you're like.
The emptiness inside,
That made you miss her life.
The oceans widen,