Diane
I can not believe her,
As there alone she sits
Eyes scrutinizing everyone
Moisture on her lips
Her face as hard as iron
Beneath the caked on artifice
She need rely on no one
She is no longer nice
Her very core is blackened
Her eyes, they will not see
The despair that she portrays
As she shuns her purity
A commodity, not a woman
It what she has become
Her only aim survival
A foil for someone's fun
She's just a vacant vessel
To be used again and again
If lucky with affection
Sometimes with numbing pain
Oh, if only someone had loved her
If only someone had cared
Oh poor ravaged face once beautiful
How badly you have fared
Copyright © Carol Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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