'Thing 1' establishes only the verity
That I hold myself genuinely high
'Thing 2' demonstrates my sheepish frown
Not giving a care what I might imply

'Thing 3' tells of the melodic tale
Of carefree children in the park
But 'Thing 4' arrives and devestates his play
By constructing a rather raw remark.

I'm held responsible of four lives
As they make contrary choices each day
Existing as selfish immature wonders
Each person far from cliche

Four different child wonders
Clashing all into one
Driving their host over the edge
When they have only just begun

But after weeks of deprivation
And depression rising from the south
I realize this is my destination
And quietly shut my mouth

He made her see herself in the mirror
And told her how beautiful she was
As she got on stage that night
She finally heard the applause

So ultimately I fed the beast
Giving in like a weak little mouse
A child away from their mother,
A widow without her spouse

"I can do this" She chanted in her mind
It was a ritual to repeat such things to herself
As frustration weighed down her shoulders
She quietly placed her troubles on the shelf

As the weight was lifted
She felt the happiness rise
And as she layed down to rest
She realized he was her angel in disguise
 
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