Asylum
The Asylum of her mind
is a dark and twisted thing.
Full of hate and pain
no one understands it.
It's gates are the strongest,
nothing can get past them.
Reinforced with steel,
lined with rock, sorrow, and rage.
Hate and pain are the padding in her room,
Where she sits oh, so patiently.
Mummering to herself so peacefully.
Her father comes to see her.
She see's his face
and her eyes begin to blaze.
Hate flares, and she begins to scream hate filled things.
I tried to tell you she yells.
I tried to warn you.
But you just wouldn't listen.
I told you something was wrong.
Now look at me.
Look at me in my Asylum.
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