Something is wrong


Paused with fear, She chokes back her tear.
She hates this place so why did she come here?
Years of abuse and she finds it is pretty hard to hide.
Nonchalantly she smiles with another discussion.
Sometimes when she is alone all she does it cry.
And everything seems so fine, that is, from the outside.
Dreaming of the place where she was hurt, sugar coated with time, now
its not so bad.
Life cant be so kind.
Standing before Judge and Jury, committed to life theirs no parole.
She learned life's lessons, they do take their toll.
Before she was old enough to comprehend mentally she already was a
prisoner.
People don't understand.
Take a good look she is not as she seems. Torn and bruised and 90
percent abused,
Ask yourself a question, is this something you could use?
Do you really wanna hold her hand, and do believe you should be her man?

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 381 AF.