Something is growing inside of her
how can she live with herself
never has she fit in
never has she been accepted
she was disposed of like rubbish on the curb
never has she been able to trust
never has she been trusted
her outside appearance is opposite of what she is inside
taking the blame for so many years
now she has no real fears
what grows inside of her brings tears to her eyes
so much easier to take a life than to give life
she knows that it must die
her heart led to someone who in the end filled her with lies
she is tired
she is weak
she is only wanted to bear a child
then she is rubbish again
she is a fool to love
she is the one you love to hate
she is a beauty
she is intelligent
she is unique
life or death
she will take a life
the life of the child growing inside
she will do what is best for her
she is a lady
not a baby making machine
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