She
She is a monster
She eats at my mind, tries to make me think just like her
Tries to manipulate me
But people have ears
And they got to me before she
I see past her hideous facade
Her disgusting intentions
And to think I almost fell into her trap.
Her own kin turned against her in my favor
She told me she loved me, that she never talked ill about me
And I fell.
She said it was us against the world
And I fell harder
But I never hit the ground
Instead, I fell into the arms of someone who does love me
Someone who has never spoke ill of me
Someone who truly is with me against the world.
Everything she’d promised and failed to deliver.
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