Tucked behind the golden locks,
that cascaded down her face
Were the footprints of dancing sunbeams,
that left freckles in their trace
And a pair of vibrant green eyes,
that flowed like twin creeks
Showed that she had been broken,
as they flooded her cheeks
Shattered by a voice, from which,
she could never break free
And he whispered in her ears,
just like the buzzing bee
His voice was rough,
and his every word stung
Much like the devil himself,
he bore a forked tongue
He made her believe, that she,
would never be enough
And he insisted on making,
every day tough
He told her she was damaged,
unwanted and broken
Like a loose seam, she came undone,
with every word spoken
Her glossy green eyes,
behind luscious locks of gold
Fought an unfair war, against the lies,
her anxious mind told
feat. the Voice of Anxiety
