She was part of an act, a ploy
on the outside she was beautiful, but inside was the stuff of nightmares
she held so much inside, like an overstuffed jar
and the glass can only take so much before shattering
she had beauty and a smile on her side to help play the part
she needed help, and her friends wouldnt go that extra mile
till one day she vanished and then returned out of the blue
everyone said "wow look at the new you"
the outside was new, but the inside was still scarred
the repressed emotions now barred
she may have won the fight and now walks in light
she will always be the maiden of the black
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Change can be Death in Disguise
PoetryThis a poem about a recent dream I had that real freaked me out and I decided to research meanings and to also write it down to get it off my mind. I may add more "chapters" to this work or i may not, we will see.
