A Murderer,
Is what she called my Mother,
Of the two twin boys,
Born before I,
All the lies,
I can deny,
As my destiny unfolds,
Before my eyes,
As the lies,
Scar you for life,
The words cut through you,
Just like the knife.

A Liar,
Is what she called me,
As she witnessed the scar,
Reopen and bleed,
Torn apart by this terror,
I sat there in plead,
Please stop this pain,
Before she succeeds,
In stringing more beads,
To my necklace,
Of cries.

Pleasure
Is what she felt inside,
As she sat there and watched my insides die,
Before her own eyes,
So I took the knife,
And stabbed her own lies,
Threw the truth in her face,
And made her cry,
Even managed to walk out alive

Life’s nothing but scars,
As you try and follow the stars,
I say on the porch,
Allowing the wind to sift through my hair,
Thinking the thoughts,
Of what just happened,
Through space I stared,
Know I know what is truly to be.

Life is a world of lies and deceit,
As the pain is so fierce,
It makes your heart twitch,
With fears of the darkness,
As your destiny closes,
Behind blue eyes,
Then you die.

by Stephanie Ebersole
 
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