Protective MysteryA Poem by Eunice CrankypontsI think this speaks for itself
Feeling objectified, she cries Fearing that's how the world sees her Somehow, she dies on the inside Some would say it's Beauty causing wonder She surrounds herself in Protective mystery Appears disinterested to shield her She's Withering Her soul is weeping Pain riddled accusations She has nothing left to give Her mind wanders and escapes in to madness Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be Maybe that's the way they see her Maybe it was not meant to be © 2008 Eunice CrankypontsReviews
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1 Review Added on May 13, 2008 Last Updated on May 18, 2008 AuthorEunice CrankypontsCTAboutI am chemically imbalanced and therefore this makes me cranky. MY name is not really Eunice, nor am I from the Crankyponts family. Simply put - Pseudonym. I have always enjoyed writing and decided .. more..Writing
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