Coiled strands wash upon her face
Loose ends
An strings in every direction
What is she to favor
Straight or discomfort
Her hair is an idea
Some want it
Some do not
She finds herself stuck in delusion
A wasteland of wonders
She is to be broken
Only to be pieced together again
She is of short temper
But a loving heart
When a heart turns numb
There's no turning back again
Each piece fits
But is it still the same
It's shattered mirror only wanting love
She screams for help
Only it to be heard
Who will save her
She is holding poison
Only hoping it will go away
Lingering behind hurts
As if it was her shadow
She can no longer find peace
Only a awkward hello
Why can't she speak
Or know what to say
She is alone
And plays with her pain
As if voodoo put pins in her heart
And a mess in her head
Where is her answers
How does she know
She is no stranger to the night
For it was her only friend
The darkness left behind from shallow misery
Is all you will find
The sun is her sign
But the moon comforted her more
She is loved to be unloved
And hated to hate
She is the worlds slave
Because she is me❤️
