What would they say
If they could see through her eyes?
Would they begin to understand?
Night and day these thoughts
Storm her mind
Uncontrollable feelings swirling
Tangling and twisting
Morphing into creatures one cannot describe
What if they saw
The monster in the shadows?
What would they think of the
Being in the light?
Would they accept the
Savage beast as it is?
Or grab their pitchforks in
Fear
There's no green skin or
Red beady eyes
But there are dark
Secrets
Hidden behind her
Stone heart
The blood of one so sick
Runs through black veins
Wounds go deeper than visible
Breath of ice
A smile of hatred
There's no chance in changing one so
Demonic
But on the outside she cries for
Help
For years she's been
Alone
Crying in pain
Shrieking in fear
Trembling at night
Running throughout the day
You'd think someone would stop her
Offer her help
But they haven't
For she still walks alone
Even if a hand had been
Lent
How could they change her?
One so tangled in
Horror
Drowning in her
Guilt and shame
Is it possible to
Replace the petals on a
Withered rose?
