Life of the Abused

November 14, 2010
By Anonymous

No one said life was easy.
What if no one said anything
If everyone you knew and loved,
left you blind in an unfamiliar room.
cold and alone.
Circling around the only thing you've ever known.
Expecting perfection when they themselves,
Are flawed.
They paint your portrait flawlessly,
But with no face.
No face, no eyes, no name.
Unconcious of the person that lay beneathe their colorful lies.
This is the life of the abused.

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