She 

She knows

Hears the whispers

But she ignores them

She used to rely on her gut

Sage wisdom was all

She got

When did I she become a

Stereotype?

When did caring become

Gullible

When did trust turn into

 Naïvety

What changed?

It feel the same

The topsy turvy ride

We aren’t we

My life, her life

Are we all the same?

When you think you’re

Special

But he has that needle ready

When the bubble pops

Where is he?

Caught red-handed

You thought

He cared

Finding out how wrong

It was

How hurt you

Felt

How you’re never quite the same

Woman you once were

 

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