She ripped the pink bow from her hair
A scream raged through her throat
Filled with the sounds she had always hidden
Tears tumbled down her cheeks
She bit her lip
It seemed the seams of her life were ripping apart
Pain surged through her veins
Being kind was hard
She wouldn't be able to go back after this
The wrapping paper was shredded
Nothing left to cover up with
The perfect girl was tainted
And there was no turning back
Now she would scream what she had hidden
And wear what she wanted
Even through this harm
She was finally free
From disappointing everyone
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
