Blue eyes dancing before your face
A warm soul filling with painful grace
Paint her heart black and cold
Mend her till she fits your mold
Carve your knife into her skin
Laughing as you sew her fake grin
So real, yet so fake
You build the bars as she cries with shame
Her life replaced with your selfish game
Tears; running rivers, falling from her pores
Self and others images form wars
Her confinement; one she made her own
Who she is, not yet known
Her best friend, yet her biggest enemy
HERSELF
Release the chains and the fears
So little time to live her years
Feel the shame and love and joy
Laugh and cry; learn to destroy:
Others needs that overwhelm your own
Don't become just another clone
Claw your way through the skin
Bleed happy and free, sew your own grin




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