Poetry Is My Outlet
"The male figure walks, chest up grinning wide:
He has the whole world in one hand, and in the other hand, her pride"
"Boastful and charming he could do no wrong: A brute A coward was all she saw"
"Walking away he felt no guilt to bare: As she stood paralyzed, dumbfounded, out of air"
"Crying, yelling, she could not truly express how awful she felt, all she had was paper, a
pen and her feelings underneath the belt"
"Days-Weeks-Months went by when finally something cracked inside."
"She began to walk, head up grinning wide, with the whole
world in one hand and in the other, her pride.