Disappointment is a bitter taste stained upon my tongue,
Not one fresh drop of hope can wash away the pain I feel by being cast out
Outcasted from the friendship I thought I had and thrust into by Reality--
Repeatedly raped of my innocent trust to be cared for, as much as I care for.
Broken upon the edge of facts, fractures have me healing slowly, deformability
By the careless hand, proving a point, I am changed--
The heart of me wants to forgive and believe once more,
But my mind has been dominated to fear ever being caught so vulnerable again.
The fond friend you repeatedly abused is forgotten where you left her--
I arise! A survivor of the Plastic City.
