She fed her own sick, twisted nature,
with the pain and grief of others,
Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother,
for one just cannot teach herself hatred,
As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated.
Her kindness slowly degraded,
As she was hated.
But, she was not to blame.
For she was once trapped in her own sick game.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
She fed her own sick, twisted nature,
with the pain and grief of others,
Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother,
for one just cannot teach herself hatred,
As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated.
Her kindness slowly degraded,
As she was hated.
But, she was not to blame.
For she was once trapped in her own sick game.
To all the bullies out there...