She walked on a path, narrow and straight
When a shiver came saying, “It’s getting late…”
An eerie feeling started to hover,
She felt the familiar presence of another
She looked to the left and then saw a figure
Something in her gut told her to walk quicker
A man appeared and she looked in his eyes
She tried to move but was paralyzed
She tried to scream but nothing came out
He spoke piercing words that filled her with self-doubt
He said she was ugly and she had no worth
He said she didn’t belong here on this earth
The lies that he spoke filled her with pain
She began to question, “Why live one more day?”
He held out a knife saying, “I can make the pain stop”
“All I need is your blood, drop by drop.”
She took the knife, raising it over her head
He laughed and said, “She’s as good as dead!”
She brought the knife down with incredible strength
That wicked man, lying dead at her feet
Feelings of triumph entered her body
“Did I just kill somebody?”
She looked down and knew it was all in her head
There was nothing here, no one was dead
In a moment she realized, it was like a bad dream
Just a representation of that evil man’s schemes
Forward again on the straight and the narrow
Who did he think he was, this fellow?
Again on her way she strides forth
Nobody else determines my worth.
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