Punctured Esteem, Aggravated Minds.

As she wallowed in self pity,

tears rolled from the slits of her eyes.

Upon the page it dropped,

crashing against the inanimate exterior, in frailty.
Wiping exposure away in actions of making do, 

the girl saw herself in a fix of replay - over and over it dragged.

As she saw friction of scratches - surface against heart,

an uncontrollable woman turned psychotic in a second of aggravation.

Strewn across the yard - a white sheath of forgiveness.

In which she caressed with love, 

yearning the raw yield for consolation of mistaken instruments.

Overcame by rejection it became, 

tough th' silk its signs unfolded,

akin to bitter hearts it held firm.

Softening withal, she cried hoping resolve.

Unconditional her stance stood, 

pondering, wandering, detached.

Esteem now punctured beyond heights.

With words, actions, wrongdoings thrown away,

questions existing surface, superficiality erased.

Bygones, were bygones. 

Recurrences, almost left behind.

Doings all forgiven, words all made void to thy,

why the world's legacy delivered itself to such unjust.

Will the actions and doings edify your heart?

With words, thoughts so spiteful, 

when minds become clouded by vile,

when bodies turn rigid for hate,

when humans evolve to animals, so vicious.

Those actions, and doings never form happiness,

even sweetened words hide from your truth.

The veil would tear, the mask will fall,

and that day, you'd question YOUR existence,

turn around, save the fate, you really must.