Anger

She's a little bit drunk

Buzzed; no tipsy.

In a pool of despair she sits

Singing to herself.

Rocking back and forth.

Beauty Queen

She struts those streets

Like the queen she is.

But in her face is a fear.

Her smile of a mask

Is too big to see the fury.

Her anger.

Of that she knows of.

Denial

You wake up with a start;

Cold sweat and quick gasps.

No it can't be and you remember his smile.

Feel his breath on your skin,