It swirls within –
A bitter sweet mixing
Of memories I’d rather not recall
Here – comes night fall
Dark blanket of silence lays
Heavy upon the one who pays
The price of suffocated joy
Emotions raw – played like a toy
A weak rebellion squashed
As those who ‘know’ speak in hushed
Quick whispers of judgement
She turns her eye down again
In all that she found pain
What a fool to think
That one of her ilk
Would stand by her side
In the upcoming storm to aide
How easy it is to claim bravery
In the shelter of your morality
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