rotting porcelain doll

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Smugness in the sky
God hates me way to much
This pistol to my head is cold
and the safety is non existent
They said it's none of my business
Called me a witch and a liar
Accused me of her wrongs
They can't take the blame
Corruption in the workplace
So I was their Jesus
and they crucified me
If we throw her under the bus
we will all be saved
I pleaded guilty for their crimes
I spent fifteen months crying
I forgot who I was
life brainwashed
Words I hear whispered
in my head from that time
A faith based program that I
barely survived
A sacrifice, another insignificant life
to throw in the fire
They called me a witch and a liar
I should have run away
just to rebel
but I sat so still like a doll
That's what they called me
A porcelain doll — meant to rust and rot
in their care
Does that mean anything to anyone anywhere?
I prayed to die
every single night there
in a program meant to save me
Change me into a new girl
Instead, I slept near the devil
It's presence filled the woods
A mist blurring its face
But I know one thing
God was not there in that place

A/N: the beginning of the poem is metaphorical NOT literal. I am totally okay I just went to a shitty school. Xoxo.

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