The pain I feel is irreperable,
Kept in a cage,
As if I was unstable,
Yet what of that saying,
Of sticks and stones may break my bones,
But these stones were rose bushels full of thorns,
Cutting and hacking at my skin,
With pins and needles scratching at me from within,
Wherein does the pain end,
She was a beast that followed me like the plague,
With devil horns and my sisters name,
Making me wish she wasn't born,
Always filling me with so much guilt and so much shame,
We were cut from the same silk linen cloth,
She forgot blood is thicker than water,
Used to be thick as thieves,
When all she would do is blind me and deceive,
Lies poured like poison through her teeth,
Silently,
I would soon see,
That which she truly was,
A beast with no heart,
A demon with claws,
She ripped my heart and let it rot,
And there it so remained,
I became a creature with black eyes, sharp teeth
And all,
But no one will ever see,
My hidden scars.