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Lieke
Poems
Jan 2019
A.
I was a wobbly little girl
Tortured by my devil
She chased and chased me
Hunting me down
Criticised my success
Laughed at my victory
Shortened my smiles
Prevented my laughs
My first tear
My only snap
My loudest sob
The whitest flag
I cried for help
there she was
I called emergency
there she was
I raced to school
there she was
I ran back home
there she was
Darkness flowed through her veins
Jealousy kept her running
Black magic empowered her
Sorcery concealed the naked
my head ******
my hands tied
my face torn
my vision blurred
Now she shoots and shoots
and shoots right through me
She strikes and strikes
and strikes up my smile
Protected by my love
I realised right then
I tried to die once
Never again.
13 September, 2018
#scared
#paranoid
#anxiety
#anxious
#hurt
#weak
#feeble
#vulnerable
#powering
#invictus
Written by
Lieke
20/F/Netherlands
(20/F/Netherlands)
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