Sharp-edged arrows fly at outrageous speeds
Eat the insults, spit them out, regret it
And now from her eyes a salty angst bleeds
Try as she might, she just can’t forget it
Perhaps by stopping she’ll shrink so small
She’ll disappear as if under a rock
Or rip of her mask made up like a doll
Revealing her insides for them to mock
She’s making no sense, she knows very well
To you she’s an innocent confection
But that feeling hurts more than words could tell
Not good enough, so far from perfection
Her mouth is gritty with thick reprimands
Surrender to the bed of clawing hands
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