She hated anything that reminded her of who she was.
because her tongue used to sting, it was the kind of poison
that would swim deep through the skin, right to the veins,
it was vital, it made you weak.
her stare would cripple you, those black eyes, so huge it felt as if they
weighed heavy on you.
intended or not, she would make you choke on every word she said.
it made me scared, mostly because i couldn't stop her.
it was impossible to stop the venom, the flow was effortless,
it needed no aid to the heart, it struck over and over again
it lacked any compassion, any warmth.
once she would get to the source of your ache, she'd pick at it,
she'd squeeze and twist and even mock you with her lips,
they'd curve around the edges, her innocent dimples would show.
i couldn't stop her, she was angry and filled with hate.
nothing ever came out the way she expected it to be, she lead
a life of self-loathing, it lead her to madness.
i just stood there and watched as she attacked the most purest of things
a weak soul that was tired of long hours of work...
but i stood there and saw how the old lady watched her fingers and hung her head
low.
she yelled louder and louder, soon it felt as if she was on mute,
i could only see the old lady, already wrinkling away, she stared at her
daughter and took on all the hate that her child threw at her.
The old woman stood there and didn't say a word,
and i just watched, i couldn't be tamed.
i'm sorry.
My grammar/punctuation is really bad, thanks for any feedback xo
