Chestnut brown hair,
matching brown eyes.
Fake smiles,
in pictures full of lies.
Tearing herself apart,
hating what she's become.
Walking through the halls,
feeling disconnected and numb.
Laughing as the crown,
is put atop her head.
Not showing that on the inside,
she's wishing she were dead.
And when she goes home,
and sits in her room all alone,
she revisits old memories,
things she'd never shown.
Beatings flashed before her eyes,
being struck again and again.
Remembering the fear her father had put in her,
the fear of men.
Staring at her crown,
she thought one last thought.
Thinking, "I hate you daddy."
And as the Sunday paper said: It only took one shot.
 
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