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A twist of rage,
betrayed by a glance.
Swiftly hidden
beneath romance.
Terror tries to emerge,
quickly hidden from you.
Never show your fear,
no matter what they do.
Underneath the smiles,
the ones used to conceal.
Chances of escape,
never are revealed.
Silence turns to terror,
hatred shows it’s face.
Changing every shadow
winning every race.
And tears I cry are silent,
no one really cares.
So why should I ignore
all the telling glares.
Because love
in the eyes of someone else,
isn’t always beauty.
It’s a dream to hold,
or maybe it’s a duty.
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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