Breakdowns & Cosmic Connections

POEM 15: THE WOMAn Pt ii.

Her eye's are gray & cold just like western ice.
And I didn't really want to go wasting time explaining to her about how I feel.
She's a mind reader....she knows what everyone is thinking....she knows what everyone is feeling.
She'll ask you questions but never allow you to speak.
She's full of unjustified resentment.
I gaze upon her & feel pity.
It's pathetic how she takes out her baggage on other people
Just because there's no one else to deal with her issues.
She's a MESS!
                     She SCREAMS!
                                    She SHOUTS!
She BANGS DOORS!
But she doesn't faze me.
This WOMAn is "a temple of God."
I wonder which God that is.
This WOMAn has a heart but it doesn't really feel anything.
No one will dare tell her when she's wrong.
They're all scared.
Because they tremble with fear at the mention of her name.
They treat her like a God.
And I'm the only one who will treat her like a human.
I guess God really is a woman.
And the devil really is a girl but the devil's name is Lilith.