by: Sarah
The brutality not of hands but, of the mind.
Alone you play, this deadly game.
Bitter and broken.
For years unspoken.
A mirrored image, of you no less.
Looking through all you knew.
Part of life’s reality.
The voices within,
Begin to spin.
A web of lies
Deceitful eyes.
Their thoughtless acts.
To which the past, unlock the
Secrets sure to last.
A web unspun yet, not undone.
The lies foretold.
The minds now mold.