Was He Harmless?

The sea of strangers scare her at times,

Their judging eyes roam all over her her hence she was shaped as a lime.

A dark corner calls her with comfort

And headphones reassure her with words she lusts for.

There he stood, tall as a tower.

Her heart began to race for she was empowered.

His voice was as smooth as velvet and his determination was bleak

But his eyes spoke differently when concentrated on she.

She stood her ground, facing the man who risen from the dead.

He wouldn't hurt me, for that he will dread.

Word by word was as a jab to the stomach,

Peroxide to a fresh wound, maybe a piercing to the ear.

She felt her knees buckle as she fell to his feet.

The man she once called friend, was it all pretend?

She gave in to the corner, for she was afraid,

Now that is the end for sweet little Monae.

(A/N: I suck at poetry and this is the first time I'm doing this. I mainly write books only so please forgive my awful rhyming and stuff)