The Making of Scars: Part Ii

there wasn’t a moment of true compassion, when they all clocked out at 5, so with time the mind grows weary, sick of fighting its surroundings, so she became used to being reduced to a caged animal with voices sounding, echoing, bouncing off the walls inside her head, looking for a hug from the mother/father she never really had, she cut herself, hang herself, she tried every escape in the book, but nothing seemed to really work, it was all gobbledygook, her doctors wanted her locked up forever, the best way to secure their job, regardless of what pain it caused, regardless of how it throbbed, ultimately she was cast out to the wolves, the wolves that hadn’t been caught yet, and rather than being torn up & eaten, she decided not to sweat the threat, for with a harder core than anyone, she pitied nothing & began abusing, with a blank canvas in front of her, she spread the paint of blood, she beat those that put their trust in her, she sliced everyone she could, using every tool in her tool box, every bit of viciousness she learned, she scarred those that let this happen to her, relentlessly, watching the system burn.