She
Introversion,
No self esteem,
Betrayal.
She
The beating drums of life have ceased
Tattered and destroyed by naiveness
The spirit inside dwindling
Slowly drained by the man who
Isn’t.
Silence rips her inner thoughts to shreds
He saw it all along
He knew her pain
Though she hides it with laughter
Smiling.
Her river of pain is dry as a summer drought
All of its sorrow disappeared with truth
Why can’t there be rain?
The deep desire for liberation can’t be restrained
Anymore.
Hatred escapes her inner being
Writhing in her every move
Everyone can see for certain
Negative energy emanating towards him
Only.
Screaming from her soul to her throat
But no one can hear her desolate plea
Panic, anxiety, nothing will ease her
She feels his oblivion and cowering
Only anger.