Tawny Toxic Poet Free verse

To Be

Clouded skies,
Cold wind,
Blinded eyes.
Bare skin.
She seems to be so innocent
She has no voice,
of her own
Hatred and deceit
is all shes ever been shown
She seems to be so naive
Growing up sad
pencil and paper 
is all shes ever had
She puts her mind on display
Through words, she explains her dismay
Darkened thoughts
Doubted heart
Open wounds
Weakened soul
She seems to be quite insane
This is,
What its like
To be..
ME

---[ SKITZ ]--- 2006

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