Behind The Tattered Curtains
This is a story of a girl
Whose lived a life of luxury
But was never happy
She was showered in the best woven threads
Tied in the best of gold, silver, and jewelry
Buckled in the finest shoes
And finished with her favorite fedora
Outside she was the beauty queen
Filled the room with people’s envied eyes
She gave the facade of admiration
The same smiles and empty laughter
But was not her real self.
Behind the closed curtains
Everything was shown
The ugly and the dismantled
She was beautiful...
Was...
Until she saw the reality of the real world.
Her once looked beautiful wardrobe
Turned into rags...
Taken her deep beneath the cold dark earth
Suffocating her...
Bruised...
Beaten...
Bleeding...
A name in the world...
Meant more than one
Who dwells in suffering...
For a name of one’s own company
Will damage years of wealth
Put down a name
And shame a family
For such a label...
Why must one suffer?
For the monster in crime
Had used the perfect disguise
To threaten it’s prey
Shower it in fools gold
And present it as a wealthy ally
But...
This prey is already torn...
Broken...
Unfed...
Alone...
Too weak and afraid
To tear the curtains back...
And show the world the truth...
Behind the closed curtains.
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