She cries
Yet salty tears unreal
She lies
Yet words believable
She steals
Yet claims for a warm meal
She cuts
Yet says it’s to feel
She hides
Beneath a pristine veil
She hates
Which deadens love they feel
She guides
Those who not know her well
She clings
To thoughts of her own hell
She stabs
Needles beneath cold skin
She bleeds
Life upon the hard ground
She smirks
Hidden by downturned grin
She dies
To the evil within.
©Pamela N. Brown
September 13, 2010