The image they try to force her upon, It's just not get. The skirts, heels, glitter, It's all a lie. But, she keeps quiet, and, She hides the violence, Not physical, no; Her mind is scarred, the reprimands, the subtle insults. She tries her hardest But, It's still not good enough. Will she ever be?
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
