Can't acceptA Poem by Emma
To insinuate that I don't care,
to paint me as a monster who yearns to tear us beyond repair is ridiculous. An insult to all we shared as you stain and scar, stitching in embroidered lies of embedded contempt. I balance on a needle point; tiptoeing as I don't dare to step out of line. But I can't see your line. The edges are curved and the slippery, silver slope is rusting; it's coarse and it cuts deep. Please. Projecting away all your failings isn't fair. The elaborate villain costume doesn't fit me. Maybe it was designed for you to wear.
© 2018 EmmaAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2018Last Updated on March 14, 2018 |

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