THINGS around her leave,
nothing keeps her around.
left on her own,
to navigate the world.
she was a tired,
hurt, little girl.
pain had wrapped itself,
around her limbs.
and maybe that could've been thanks to her sins.
but then it took root,
speared through her brain.
then all of her good deeds,
turned to vain.
for the girl grew up,
to be a powerful woman.
the kind people sneered at,
the kind they deemed a villain.
she terrorized the earth,
consumed their sadness.
but what they didn't know,
the deeds were of her madness.
for when she was just a little girl,
she was a speck in the world.
a girl with anxiety,
one who needed help.
the one who was ignored,
and left to her toxic self.
the one who could think,
think on for hours.
thought of every possibility,
let her mind devour.
and then, like a whisper,
a murderous dream.
her brain mumbled a thought,
that would make others scream.
what if— what if the only way,
to keep from getting hurt was to ruin others' day.
no— to steal others' lives,
so they don't hurt her first.
the girl with anxiety,
the one who had it worst.
the one who grew up,
the one who still smiled.
at other peoples' pain,
since it meant she'd live a longer while.
the one who came to be a powerful villain,
the kind that if nurtured right—
would've become an amazing woman.
— 𝑀.
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Poesía→ thoughts which hurt to keep. [#113] in COLLECTION [#123] in DEEPTHOUGHTS
