An aura of angelic lights ascends from your perfect form. That is your personality. Yet a red wave as dark as hell itself repells the light away. That is your anger. A gentle rain falls upon you like a beautiful mist. That is generosity. You put up an umbrulla opened right up wide, blocking out the rain. That is your inability to trust. You are a figure hiding in the shadows hoping no one will ever see. That is your apprehension. There is a searchlight trying to find your fleeing soul. That is my help. You don't seem to want it. No rain, no light, no help. None of it at all. That's just a shame. There is a pretty girl standing all alone, so damn full of hate. That's just you.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about an internet friend who's father walked out on her, her brother abuses her, and her mom won't listen to her. It's sad, but true (YEAH metallica!! j/k)
Thank you so much Veronica!
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