The Untold Story

She's what You Call a Whore!

 

You see that girl in pink laced frock

with makeup too bright.

 

With eyes full of tears

a voice so polite.

 

She stands there laughing and giggling

inside she cries..

Bitten, Scratched and clawed,

Can you count how many tears she's ever dropped?

 

Used Badly, Treated Crassly.

Darkness around her eyes; she hides.

Fake smiles and struggles to sparkle brightly.

 

Once, she lived a scintillating life,

which has now completely faded.

Breathes in a journey of pain and Tears; all Intimidated.

 

She's what You Call a Whore!

 

Struggles to Rise Up

Like the Fire Flame.

Ruined dignity

Lives a life of shame

 

Like the mute winds, She is.

Felt by everyone,

Understood by None.

 

Disgust, Trauma and Stress,

Disguised in this beautiful lass.

Circumstances and Luck.

Made her life Suck.

 

Drunk from her Hate,

Craves for Love.

Doubts;

if God ever made her soul mate?

 

In the thundering black night,

She stands alone.

With her Arms wide open,

Holding Hopes that somebody will, FOREVER, take her Home.

 

She's what You Call a Whore!