Her broken story

The time is now to start the war,
The time is hard and we never got what we fought for,
Her pain is hidden in her eyes,
Reality is blinded by her disguise,
She sees the pain she sees the guilt,
She feels something she’s never felt,
She cries and cries still not a clue,
What her pain meant to you,
Oh that’s right it meant nothing,
For you where a neglecter in her story,
She tells the tale and as it goes you see the pain unravel,
Her past isn’t solid it’s just like gravel,
Her family was curl and deceitful,
Sometimes she couldn’t breathe,
When she wasn’t in pain she was locked away,
wrapped in barb wire she screams and cries before the tragic end……