Written by: belinda morgan

She sits in deep awe, thinking
About them awful bad days.
When feelings were cracked and
Torn in many ways.
Held hostage with hurting words,
She lived in one detention cell.
Words evil, stinging as they 
made her brain swell.

Deep in agony she indeed got 
one raw deal.
She could not eat, rotting words
Was Her true meal.
consumed in despair, she got a 
raw deal.
It was hard and chilling,surreal.