POETRY: MY PRETTY’S TURNING UGLY AND MY UGLY’S LETTING ITSELF BE KNOWN BY PAUL TRISTRAM

She screamed, slapping at both sides of her head
as if trying to stop something from spilling out.
“It’s you, you Bastard, I used to be so nice,
always smiling and happy, friendly with everyone.
Now I have a rage inside me like a chained pit-bull,
I don’t trust people anymore and I’m miserable alone.
You’ve poisoned me with something awful,
I’m not myself anymore, I have lost who I used to be
and I liked who I used to be, it was all I really had.
I’d stab you in the face with a piece of my broken heart
if I thought for one minute that it would set me free!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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