Beast
Skin discolored
With fading bruises
Laden with stench
Of sickening feelings
Swamped with epiphany
Now lost of hope
I laughed.
The hysterics carried me away
Like time does
To old, withered memories
Tears rolled down my bony cheeks
Tears of happiness-they say
Funny how I could pull this off
They say they all care
And I know they do
But no one actually looks at me
All they do is watch
Like one does
To a beast in a cage
Maybe that's what I have become.
A beast.
Caught.
Help up.
Trapped.
Alone.
Living.
Dying.
Losing.
A battle,
To herself.
Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2017
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