Alone She Stands

She writes as a way to escape.

Wondering where she’ll go,

because of her unclear fate. 

Her life is solely twisting and turning.

Like a spontaneous rollercoaster,

her stomach is relentlessly churning.

The continual sensation of her heart being torn from her chest,

but the one thing she fears most, 

is what will happen next. 

In the end she’s just waiting to explode.

she’s as toxic as a bomb,

and the poison inside her is just waiting to be shown.