They taunt and tease,
She quivers and flees.
They laugh as she's beat,
She whimpers as she bleeds.
They hover like vultures,
She tries in vain to hide from the torture.
They wait for her to cave,
But she refuses to give them what they crave.
Their happiness soars through the sky,
All because of the tears she cries.
She wonders that if she were to die, would they try to revive her...?
Nobody really knows....
But for now....
She is a survivor.
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Misunderstood
PoesíaSometimes you just need to say something, even if nobody else understands....