This is kind of a continuation of Villain.
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Their new villain, was a girl of seventeen.
She'd hidden her darkest secret since thirteen.
What was her crime, you might ask?
I'd commend you for doing so, not passing the task.
Love was her sin, for her love was wrong.
Somewhere on the wind, they'd heard her song.
This girl loved another girl, with all of her heart.
But with such a short leash, it was an awful start.
A single misstep from then on out,
Would result in a punishment we now know about.
The misstep was a slap for the word "sluts".
They didn't bother listening to her "whys?" And "buts".
The time was now for the next to blame.
And so it was they called her name.
Their sentence so harsh and cold,
The gullible audience immediately sold.
All the crowd wanted was someone to hate,
A criminal locked behind the prison gate.
Who cared about an innocent soul,
As long as it filled that blackened hole?
They had their devil after all the woe,
Parading her around like a pony on show.
So what was her crime in this case?
A great love, and a slap to the face.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
