Immature Child

You saw me hiding in my pride
You bent over and asked if i was alright
I said : I'm just looking for stories inside
For a reason that is still denied
To understand why ghosts are haunting my side
Why is my soul so wide yet so tight
Why does it cry for suicide
And beg to the ghosts to be tied
Like an immature forced bride
That still wants to be a child
And let dreams be her guide
Ignoring that dreams faith is to be denied
Then burned till they join those who died
So ,unwilling to be tied to a future that makes her afraid
She puts everything aside
And hiding in her pride , she looks for stories inside