Fake Soul Poem by Anna Boukna

Light is eaten by the dark,
Softness hardens into stone,
Evil voices; not sweet like a lark,
A malicious grin is all thats shown,

A little girl looks at that soul,
She shakes her head; its rooted with ugly spots,
From the acts on the whole,
You show the girl whats raging hot,

Hiding underneath a cover,
Only the little girl can see,
A heartless soul lay beneath under,
An empty heart thats meant to be full of beauty,

Instead a twisted mind lurks there,
From what the little girl can see,
Now how do I know all of this? ,
That little girl was me...