The light healed the agony,
That strived in the shadow of the night.
Undressing the feelings that lay naked,
To the world,
That caged her in it's prejudice.
She was supposed to be a princess,
In a castle of pretense.
A piece of show,
That healed others.
To her,
She was a bird without any wings.
A little girl,
Ripped of her childhood.
A puppet,
Living in the hands of her murders.
--Poemoticowlll, 27/03/2024
Theme : Betrayal, Others -- Sad, Hopeless, Agony, Wound