Her Tears

Her tears;
Acidic tears flowing like a river
Her heart;
A heart so scarred it hurts to beat
Her being;
A being so broken she’s scared to breathe.

All the hurt she’s felt causes these tears to fall,
All the love she’s given thrown back by all,
Bits and pieces taped together, pieces missing,
placing curves against points;
to show she’s fine and unaffected.

Truth be told
She’s hurting and alone
Different. Outcast.
Viewing life from the outside
And looking in, not liking what she sees
Her protests and words of wisdom,
Barely heard above the noises of those living in “sin”.

The hypocrites, the “innocent” few, condemning others for deeds they, themselves have done.

All addictive
All better in moderation
but
moderation doesn’t exist
Its a go big or go home kind of view
Sex, lust and other drugs to just name a few.

The hypocrites don’t realize,
Her life spent living on the outside and looking in;
Allows her to see it all and the outcomes it will bring
But her protests and words of wisdom,
Barely heard above the noises of those living in “sin”.

Secrets revealed and discovered,
All seen by a little girl on the outside,
Catcalls and raucous outbursts of “she devil that cries wolf” when the truth is revealed.

All the jaggered pieces and layers of one little girl, painstakingly put together,
Shoddy workmanship at best;
All to lay their fears and secrets to rest

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