Poetry by Jude: Paper Thin

I’m not the woman I used to be.

You lied and you took it away from me.

This dirty whore paints the picture so beautifully.

She raped your mind and now you are stuck permanently.

I watched the lies roll into the storm.

Disappearing into the darkness.

In which role should I perform?

I lie here beneath my skin.

A soul emerged but worn paper thin.