Their Creation
By SickSanityJenn
Broken, that's all you see
Plastic smiles over misery
Blank eyes and self doubt
A placid cardboard cutout
Anger, the boiling refuge
Horrid temper she can't lose
Lurking under silent agony
Confused sarcastic apathy
Abhorrent, the thoughts stir
Hushed sounds escape her
In constant weight of silence
The soul black with vengeance
Wicked, tortured monster
A heart made of plaster
Trapped inside of emotions
Her body is her prison
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