Poem 1

Her odd rhymes and sickening phrases
Her manipulative smile and nauseating praises
Her daring eye, her innocent faces
Her childhood voice and paranoid crazes

No need to neither hear her words nor observe her actions,
Her bare presence is of threatening intentions,
Can imagine the fiend speaking from her within
Though she says not a word, her every breath seen as a sin.

A shame that we cannot reconcile
Not sure whether her behaviour or ours is entirely juvenile
Not jealousy, it's more the fear
That she will steal those who to us are dear.

Too many times has she tried
And too many times did she succeed
Due to her nonsense those closest have cried
Realising it's from her very own self she must be redeemed

Seeks the attention
Fools herself as well as those under her seduction.
What she seeks is love
But through her methods she begets antagonisation

Betrayal and departure, falseness and evasion
Hence her awful widely known reputation
Forgive us for our horrid nature
Misconceiving your hopeless attempt for love, your promiscuity
Your fight against loneliness and disunity
Forgive us for not helping, for not guiding,
For not bridging the gap between us, for not reconciling.