Newtonian
Girl
Trying to
keep the sadness in its den
It’s
attacking with a vehement yen
Compartmentalize
to save sanity
If it
breaks thru’ then suicide smiles with vanity
See her
stand out from the crowd, a tall flower
Resentful
jealous eyes glower
This time
they begin to bully and cajole
She feels
betrayed and alone, it’s hurting her soul
They were
all friends for a while, until they saw her inner smile
Then the
frozen looks and their mission to ice her and rile
Sensitive
souls are within the extremely good
Not
knowing her heights, it’s normally stood
Came the
final straw, thrown into her social media drawer
The
matter was definitely them or her, emotions raw
Ring
fencing the pain; rather let them die in vain
“Mother’s
carbine grinning at me and, now it’s all mine …..”
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