Poetry Is My Outlet

"The male figure walks, chest up grinning wide:

He has the whole world in one hand, and in the other hand, her pride"

"Boastful and charming he could do no wrong: A brute A coward was all she saw"

"Walking away he felt no guilt to bare: As she stood paralyzed, dumbfounded, out of air"

"Crying, yelling, she could not truly express how awful she felt, all she had was paper, a

pen and her feelings underneath the belt" 

"Days-Weeks-Months went by when finally something cracked inside."

"She began to walk, head up grinning wide, with the whole

world in one hand and in the other, her pride. 

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