Oh, the eyes are cast upon me as always,
A spell of their darkness that holds so much envy
that makes them hate me,
their words of lies is on the making
to this poor spirits that is slowly sinking,
While they look back ready to attack
I think they need to look at their own ill past,
that's when loneliness took down their souls.
For what they all have done to me
I was only fourteen,
and they loved what they have done to me.
The rumor to **** my spirit
so I wouldn't speak of all they did
who was going to listen to a kid?


Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery