Anger and sadness mixed together,
Envy and hatred thrown into the mix,
All of these things mixing, eventually crushing the mind like a feather.
Tired of being thought of as such, no longer falling for their tricks.
Thought of as weak,
People believe that she needs to be lead through the hallways.
Never letting her out of their sight because she’s something that needs
to be watched, a freak.
Always being shot down,
Never being able to escape others expectations,
Made to feel like she’s the one everybody hates to be around;
She fights with frustration.
Always being the one made to give in,
I suppose she’ll always and forever be looked at as a walking sin.