escape from mouth of society

A facade of rude comments and backtalk

A sort of malice in turn had grown,

Her misery all had mocked.

Their Cruel expulsions of assumptions sang out,

All this girl had was doubt.

A petulance and resentment crawled

into her, veins of intricate turbulance

intertwined itself with her youth... 

    Despite the callous, thick walls that enveloped her heart

from the fear, the rejection, she was ever more gentle 

A softness that yet had been roughed,

    Despite her hurt did she grow.

Laughter like the sun, she embraced the dark like no other.


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