There lived a little girl
She had bright red eyes
No, she wasn't sent from hell
But one thing is she was scared.....
Humans were more scared,
They couldn't understand her
So what they don't understand,
They become scared
And what they are scared of
They seek to destroy.....
The girl hated this cruel world
So she climbed up to the highest mountain
To escape from us, but even there
We found, and killed her,
What fear does to a man right?
But the little did anything but die
She wasn't giving up without a fight
And somehow in the end,
We saw her as the bad guy....
Well the story I've just told you isn't a lie.....
Let's keep this between u and I....
YOU ARE READING
chains of my deceit
Poetrysequel to beauty behind my madness ***** so tell me, are you ready to know my lies, my truths my hurts and those who I hurt? how Ive broken and those I'm breaking? but it's all in my head now isn't it?
