Why - Poem by Amy Marie
Paints her dying lips in cherry red
To conceal herself – Why?
Rage and Age
Couple privately by the beaten window
Beneath Destiny's life – Why?
Childhood's mirror on her wall hangs
In ancient worn twigs lined
To display her 'image' – Why?
Gazes she into herself
Within a depth of silver
With an aching crack
The Crack of Conformity
Her scarf ties
Around Childhood's frail neck.
It's knitted in a million knots
Just like Social Interaction herself!
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