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Mar 2019
A web of lies
hidden evil spins.
A group of people
live within.
They could get out,
but they know
the real truth hurts
too much to show.
They know their life
is a lie,
but the painful truth
they will deny.
So they put it off
as long as they can
and try to paint on a happy face,
until sh-- hits the fan.
Until it all explodes
in front of their faces.
and the truth comes out
and they're forced to face it.
That they've been used.
That they've been abused.
That they've been poked at and tormented,
so they can be told they're dramatic,
when they finally blow a fuse.
That they've been defending
and standing for the one
who was lying right under their noses
for their own benefit.
And though they already knew,
when the truth comes out,
It.
Still.
Hurts.
This is where my poems stop being old and start being about me. Some bullcrap happened around this time. Really messed me up so I wrote about it a lot.
Written by
Freya Adwin  14/F/The depths of my iNsAnItY
(14/F/The depths of my iNsAnItY)   
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