Her Everything

She comes home,
tattered
beaten
sore.
“Oh God what did they
do to you?”
Hide the scars, the pain,
the embarrassment.
Lock the door, blast the music
Fall into a fantasy world:
a better world.
Drift along the chorus,
sleep on the bridge,
twirl with the verses,
laugh along with the lyrics.
She trusts no one,
everyone has left her.
she picks up a CD, flicks it open
and plays it.
As it starts slowly spinning she thinks:
music never refuses to play,
simply because
it doesn’t feel like it.
They all laugh,
She’s different, they know.
She wants to stand out,
She doesn’t want to fit a mold,
They all look down on her
but:
Music encourages her.





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