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Their Creation

Broken, that's all you see
Plastic smiles over misery
Blank eyes and self doubt
A placid cardboard cutout

Anger, the boiling refuge
Horrid temper she can't lose
Lurking under silent agony
Confused sarcastic apathy

Abhorrent, the thoughts stir
Hushed sounds escape her
In constant weight of silence
The soul black with vengeance

Wicked, tortured monster
A heart made of plaster
Trapped inside of emotions
Her body is her prison