Madame Misfortune

Tears falling against the pillow,

her heart is full of sadness.

Everyone thinks she's perfect, but

no one knows what lies behind closed doors.

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Skeletons in the closet,

all her innocence has died.

Like an unicorn in a fairytale,

love is always just out of reach.

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"I don't need to be taught my ABC's";

every insult now sticks in her mind.

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Cautious, she tries to hide her true self,

afraid to be vulnerable, afraid she'll lose him, too.

He attempts to undress her and she shyly declines;

she never hears from him again after.

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A cruel joke is played;

burning down her pity party lessens the pain.

He returns and spends the night,

stealing the only precious thing she kept.

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Unable to handle her distress,

she wants to put her demons to rest.

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She starts stealing her friends men and

doesn't understand she's making it worse

instead of making it end.

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Plastic surgery, make-up, new clothes;

she changes herself to keep unworthy men.

A variety come and go from her house, so

everyone calls her a slut.

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She can't comprehend that lust doesn't equal love.

She can't call for help because no one cares;

"she's a whore".

*

One-night stands continues,

as does all the abuse,

and she finds herself having enough.

She cries for help;

"ridiculous", "we're not stupid",

"we know you were having fun".

*

Every light loses its glow,

and every star dies;

if somebody had helped her,

she’d probably still be alive.