Victim of Society

Chained by these expectations of society

A horrible fault of a girl

A shadow of one so bright and shining

Has been reduced to nothing but a shell



The emptiness that consumes her is never-ending

Ravaging her like a morbid angelic demon

It's whispers so sickeningly sweet yet condescending

Her world is one of darkness and dystopia



The blackened edges of it's end are paralleled

By distant, glimmering hope

Somewhere she can never go, forbidden and disdained



Enclosed around her is a certain aura

One of desperation and despair

To be free is but a caged thought

One she can never hope to release



The methods and ways to kill the pain

Are numerous

Hide the tears, the thoughts, the cuts

The dreams, and the sadness



Forlorn is this poor pitiful thing of a girl

Her aching and throbbing heart, yearning and longing

For something she can never have

Something as illusive as smoke, yet more real than I that stands before you today



She is a dark creature, a thing hiding from the beautiful light

Her sterile and torn appearance is but a representation

Of what she is inside, of the self-hatred she feels

Her mind slowly spirals out of control

And she screams



In the darkness she is safe, because that is where she hides

Because, although embracing the dark keeps you insane

To embrace the light means to burn.



~Nevermore. Silence.~