'Tuesday Night' Poem by Kailia Chatterton

'Tuesday Night'



I sit here
with my freedom,
my pride, slipping trough my grasp;
I try to hide my anger,
my sadness
from them;
but as I knew they would,
the traitors fall,
betraying,
ripping apart
my stubborn facade...

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