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Aug 2014
Her smile is infectious.
She's both delicate and beautiful
And I can't find the logic
that makes me so resentful.

My words are ice, are cutting
But, I can't hold them back
The torrent keeps on coming
'til her demeanor cracks

I hear her wounded echos
But she's stranded there, alone
And there's none to blame for her abuse
I did it on my own.

And as her cries call to me
Guilt stirs
So does sympathy
But, I'm trying to teach a worthy lesson
Those tears
won't mean
protection.


I'm trying hard to lend a hand.
One day, she'll come to understand.
Then, that anguish in her eyes
won't destroy her
on the inside.

See,
each whipping
- from my temper -
gives
an opportunity.
Like ones I've used
to wrap myself
in walls
that boast security.




                                           *All this is disastrous
                                    her heart is filled with madness
                                                    an anger
                                                          a­lways
                                                    feeding­
                                             but she didn't show
                                               now she can't tell
                                          her life's a twisted Hell
Story: When she sees beauty, she destroys. This girl hopes that her abuse will somehow make the other stronger. After all it has worked for her.
The last stanza is from the eyes a girl who sees what the abuser cannot.
Emily Pidduck
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Emily Pidduck
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