Saint She Is Not
She thinks she’s a Saint for Being Perfect,
I think she is Hell,
She has the devil within,
Inside and Out,
Hail to the Saint,
That looks to imperfection,
In a Good Way,
That in itself should tell you why I say,
Perfect is the Devil, She Should Have Thought,
A Saint Does Not Look Within and Then Out and Then to Others In a Bad Way.
Come what may in a Forced Way, your eyes see and your mind thinks of privileged ways.
What is good has several meanings as well as bad, not to get one but all.
Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020
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