Not Invicible

Hate flows in within her
and somewhat a stale sense of
acceptance and denial.
The bitterness making known
her very obvious unwanted
presence by her victims.
Ripping through the inner core
of everyone and thing she had
or gone through.

We drop like flies when she hits
as more and more of us throw out
the hearts as we quickly choose to
withdraw and hide.
She leaves no heart unturned as she
whips through the once crowded
streets she owned.

No one cares to even step out as
her hate tries to take down and
defeat.
A reminder to all that we are
only human and clearly monsters.