She heard it for too long,
That's why she had started,
To believe it.
Different lips,
Whispered the same words,
Into her wishing ears.
Words that struck a nerve.
Words that sent
Lightning flashing to her eyes
And thunder growling through her
Voice.
The hole was getting smaller and
Smaller,
With each praise and affection she
Heard.
She was starting to tear to the skies,
As someone taller.
Their playful tones,
Play constantly in her mind,
Like harmonies,
Like the sight of rainbows and flowers
Turned into music.
They were sweet to her bitter
Tongue,
They we're soothing to her scratched
Throat,
They were medicine to her sickly
Mind,
They were glue to her broken
Heart.
Now she felt she could conquer the
World.
I wish someone had told her the truth,
How the world will hit her in the face.
How she'll stagger and fall apart.
Why did she have to believe it,
Why did she have to be it?
The Perfect Lie.
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Poetic Justice
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