Looking at the scarred reflection,
Has always made people think of rejection.
The haunting insults,
Never thinking of the results.
Cutting the pain away,
Was the only way to make her stay.
But will it do?
"Is this really you?"
Drowning in tears,
Confirming all her fears.
"It's a beautiful thing."
The demon say,
Succeeding in making her pay.
There she go,
Screaming as the wind blows.
First step pain,
Next step gain.
The scarred reflection,
Has turned into something other than rejection.
Staring at the girl,
She smiled and did a twirl.
Accomplished at her results,
She imagine no insults.
Cutting the pain away,
Was the only way to make her stay.
It will do.
"This is you."
The demon whispered,
Smirking with a secret.
The winds howled,
The girl bawled.
Blood and pain,
This is what she had made herself gain.
"Oops, maybe I have went too far?"
"Remember, it's you that has made these scars."
Always thinking about perfection,
Has made her forget her succession.
"Isn't this what you want?"
"Or have you forgot of what I taught?"
The girl stands,
Covering her hands.
Staring at herself,
She feels the wealth.
Rich appearance,
No more disappearance.
Heading to school the next day,
Everyone let her get her way.
Her charming looks,
Has gotten everyone fooled.
For as she started saying insults,
It has caused an unpleasant result.
Another victim.
Drowning,
Suffocating,
Thinking,
Feeling,
Cutting.
"Hello dear."
Another falls into his hands.
He smirks as he stands.
And the cycle repeats.
Victim by victim getting beat.
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Short StoryA short one-shot poetry like thing that would hopefully help others. - I don't know what I'm trying to prove in this piece of writing exactly, but do know that I'm just trying to help out anyone who understands this.
