lost life

see that look in her eye

torn up broken wings

how can she even fly

the hate her life brings

as days and days go by

 

that fire in her eye ditched

she came to realize

there would be no goodbyes

as she watched them drift

 

they felt distaste not yet disgust

but for her, it was enough

as everything in her bust

yet they think it's all a bluff

but she just can't let herself rust

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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