In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

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i think that hell itself
is not red and fire filled,
i believe that it is the girl
clothed in black,
that she lurks in the shadows
trying not to be noticed

or maybe, she is not hell
but hell is inside of her,
and she just wants to get it out
she just wants to let go