A life of harsh words.

by Ana Weller   Mar 21, 2005


All those lies and words making me wounded inside.
No one to ever turn to, no where to ever hide.
Your cackling laughter follows me everywhere.
Your face, so horrid and ugly, haunts my nightmares.
I cry at night, attempting to rid of those horrid dreams.
But there I wake, where it becomes a reality.

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