Hands of Mine

March 20, 2008
By Victoria Greene, Leesburg, FL

So much left to face,
Battle infinity begins,
Scars prove my earned place,
Result of spiraling sins,

Child of endless lies,
True colors start to fade,
Silenced world of cries,
Immune to feeling afraid,

Tainted soul still searching,
To put an end to troubling days,
Repressed by my own being,
Trapped in a sinister haze,

A story publicized blindly,
Flaunted continually,
My hands became my canvas,
Destructed only by me.

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