She's the reason your hurt
She's a trouble in town
Yet she have a past unspoken,
Exotic as dusk, "I used to be nice"
A story of her never listened nor heard
"Im not a hero, I don't do good
It's not me"
Envisage as flame, disguise her face
Unambiguous she is, fear always works
As no one expects an angel to set the world on fire
A broken wrong parts of her, made her into a weapon
And paint her as the villian.
YOU ARE READING
𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼
PoetryWhat runs through your mind every 10 a.m.? all the what ifs? why? how? all those hurtful moments where we want to scream and tell the world. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? and you woke up with tears rolling down your eyes. BROKEN.
