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Betrayal


Trapped, confined, the bars close in
What was my sin?
Extinguished hope? Despair! Extinguish me.
I no longer want to be!
My being, my soul killed within
By you I thought my closest kin.

My jaw was sore, my hip bruised black
Vicious attack
Compounded by lies, your venomous bite
Spitting out words, full of spite
By you, my daughter, abused.
By you assassinated, despised, accused.

Beyond the teenage rebel cause
Out breaking laws.
Now scathing contempt, raw verbal assault
Then charming, witty, never at fault
Poor tragic victim of a tyrant mum
To those who march to the beat of your drum.

Perverse genius, pierced heart
Truth torn apart
Futile running, from guilt and grief you seek release
Casting blame to find your peace?
But did the murder of my soul
As you had hoped, make you whole?

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