She must be insane for thinking she's sane.
She is, she is crazy, she is Lorraine.
She is unstable, alarming, she's insane.
She's hidden underground, starved, she doesn't feel pain.
Her mind's not intact, it's in haywire, she's vain.
She's gone for a long time, never found, they are entertained
They're vile, they're evil, and they kept her chained.
She's bruised, scratched, they're inhumane.
They laughed at her when she was soaked in the rain.
Her emotions were gone though her body remained.
Because society had her slained.[A.J]
YOU ARE READING
hidden behind these carved letters
Poetryⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.