She sees no reason to be.
So much that
Whatever image
society requires of her,
she portrays.
She is so engulfed
by reaching the
Standards of
society's perception
Of perfection that
Believing she is
Beautiful as she is
Bountiful is so
Ethereal it is a
Notion that is
Graduating to
Becoming
Nonexistent to her.
She sees no reason to be.
So much a phase,
Is what she would
Phrase as loving
Herself.
So much that
She has betrayed
Her convictions
and her sense of self.
She sees no reason to be,
Because she was
So fearful of
The aftermath
Of battling
Her demons
Settling for
Desolation
Was her salvation.
She sees no reason to be.
So much that
Dreaming and
Unapologetically
Being have
Become a luxury
Too good for her.
So much that she
Regards the world's
Cruelty as kindness.
She sees no reason to be.
So much her soul now
Rests in the façades
Of men that glitter
Their duplicity with
Good intentions.
She has become
So much of a victim
That she tore off
Her backbone
Exposing her dignity
To deceit.
She sees no reason to be.
So much they are
Now all agile when
They see she's fragile,
But is she to blame
For believing it's dawn
When it is only dusk?
Is she to blame
For giving too much
Importance to this
Mortal body when
These sheep in
Wolves' skin have
Masked exploiting her
Vulnerability as love?
Is she to blame
For being shook
Until she yielded
To being molded
And shaped by
Society's most
Renowned potters?
Am I to blame for
Believing there's
Still hope of
Saving her soul?
For believing
That maybe,
Just maybe
Death isn't the
Only way to
Set her soul free?
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Soulful Noises
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