Insanity

They think that They can

Control Her always

Control Her happiness and Her

Misery

This is who She is

A constant Pawn in a terrifying game

of Chess

She will not stay to await her undying

Fate

Stuff Her full of fat, hatered, and unconceiveable

Lies

She will crawl into her fearful

Mind

The one thing She can truely call Her

Own

God gave Her this capable mind

Gave it as a gift

And She intends to use it

They can bend Her until She is

Broken

Only then She will heal and

Bend back

Even stronger than She ever could have been

Never will They call Her Crazy, selfish,

Or stupid

For then They will succumb to

The guilt

Realizing all They have done for Her was

Wrong

They will be broken and unable to heal

As She did

Quickly They question Their own

Sanity

Coming to the conclusion gnawing at Their

Cold black hearts...