"Silently she sits,
Harmless she may seem,
That's what she wants you to believe,
And you'll soon realize that it's a scheme,
A monster lies within,
If angered,
She won't fight with fists,
But uses words rather physical abuse,
Ripping old scars open,
Speaking out your fears that you can't handle,
And you'll soon beg her to stop,
But no mercy will be given out."
Sorry for I was unable to upload last week. I'll make it up to you guys.
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Talking To Myself
PoetryPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
