Society the Killer

She is beautiful at the age of that no-one knows,

she always changes based on the people she hangs around with.

She's young and still learning although she never tries to hurt people

her touch and words pierce people to death she a wicked one,

by that they mean liar but a lover and helper,

nobody saw the real her until she found happiness within herself,

the nature took a deep breath after, because the girl became loyal and honest.

The devil let her go,

but she had scars from the souls of the broken ones the ones she hurt.

 

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Daria Utenkova

Just started poetry so it's a bit shaky

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