Metamorphism

Lying, deceiving
Crying out loud in pain
One would think
That quite possibly
There is something wrong with her

No one would know
Why she was
The way she was
Distraught from abuse

Hiding the bruises like
She had been
For years
Maybe...
Cause she had.

Funny how life always
Seems to be a little more
----ed over everyday

No one can
Ever repeat
Or show you her
Pain though and she
Herself can't either

Because...
As fate had it
She was to die
The night she thought
She'd be
Saved.