She was Scared
Scared of everyone and everything
Around her was just nightmares
Nothing was anything anyone ever would want
She was afraid
Afraid to cry or even be sad
She was afraid of being criticised
They bullied her on any path
She was a flower
Disguised as a cutter
She had a soft heart like the little flower bud
She wanted to be free
They made her that
Still they expect her to be how she was
After so many deadly scars
She wasn't the same
They killed her,
the preety little happy girl
There came that black heart
She was dead.
It wasn't her who came for revenge
She wasn't like that
No, she used to hold up everything to herself
Here she fights back.
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Trapped: That Isn't Who She Should Be
PoetryShe was a dandelion. Who was parted one by one. At the end of the day the wind had blown her away. But at that place was a new dandelion with a forgotten memory of the past self
