SHE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
She put on her makeup, to cover
Her tear stained face
So she blended in, with every other
Not wanting to look, out of place
Outside her world
No hand to hold
Standing bold
But with a broken heart
To others she looked complete
But she knew within, she had to except defeat
She was torn apart
Shredded and bruised
Waisted and used
Her kindness was abused
Where to go now
Moreover how?
© Fiona Cummings
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