Is it the fear and fury

The rage roiling within.

Is it the judgment with no jury,

Or the slander of sin.


What causes these fitful nights

Fear making me see red?

I crave blood fights

And it’s nothing that’s been said.


So I wear my mask.

Hide from the world

And no one will ask

If I’m a normal girl.

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