this new born child
already judged by her society
the expectations she had to show the world.
Something of lies drawn on her face, that of a smile
all she felt was the fear of her anxiety
where once alone, in her room she curled.
Dear child with no found freedom
Forced to be nothing but Grace
Given no voice...
Slowly being beaten
the mask which covered her face
A life given with no choice.
Dear Grace.
Driven to the end
where all she did was pretend.
Her fears taking over.
insanity creeping closer.
the cast which no longer could hold
As the child's walls slowly withered like her mask
she snapped....
crimson read, and their demise
the same colour of this child's eyes.
no longer human.
Now turned to a demon,
in violence which this being reveled in
now perfectly broken,
She made an omen.
Child who's name is not befitting
A massacre of slaughtered souls
insanity slowly digging
her whole being now grown cold
A position so misplaced
Have forgiveness on this child
named Grace
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
