Spitting Image

#579

Her rebel soul was imprisoned
It wasn't the life she envisioned
When he filled her head with lies
Hidden behind a clever disguise
Disguised as a 20 year friend
Playing the part of a Godsend
Yes, he swept her off her feet
With words and gestures sweet
She felt so incredibly blessed
She never would have guessed
He's evil pretending to be good
She never looked under the hood
His red flags were hidden well
While he was casting his spell
When his mask suddenly dropped
It was as if time had stopped
Her spirit hovering over the scene
She wasn't going to come out clean
Everything instantly changed
Her sensibilities were rearranged
Trauma is one hell of a drug
It was given to her by the jug
Until her brain took a holiday
And she had nothing left to say
At that point she was discarded
Her humanity was disregarded
Thrown away like so much trash
It felt like freedom after the crash
Her rebel soul was finally set free
She became the spitting image of me
rksmith
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