A scorned soul lives in this corner,
Beaten into submission by the world,
Shut down by friends.
She walks alone.
In the face of opposition she cowers,
she tries to eject words,
To convey the anger in her soul.
Her lips parting,
A resigned sign expelled.
The erect beast harrumphed in distaste and walks back into its cave ; the crevices of her heart.
Back in her corner,
Trembling with the effort not to break down,
Staggering, she came to rest her back against the wall, sliding down to the ground.
What is wrong? She wondered,
Unleash me the beast roared
You are too weak and trusting; it spat in distaste.
No. She softly stated,
I am just SAD-MAD.