She hated herself for knowing the powers that words behold.
Things she say, that can be as fatal as an angry bay.
She knows his heart but what about hers.
No,she couldn't say no.
But then again, that could kill her.
Once again,
she found another reason to hate herself.
Another ugly wound underneath her skin.
Another pain she needs to conceal with a beam.
Would she really believe them when the say that ignorance is a bliss.
Now, that knowing too much is too heavy for her tiny little hands.