Her plight is suffering; her plight is pain
A seemingly incessant and perpetual rain
She is misunderstood by those she knows
Who dismiss her sorrow and deride her woes
With arrogance they laugh at her secret plight
If they only knew her struggle and fight
She has suffered in silence for many years
She has kept her secret and hidden her fears
A woman abandoned by those she loved
Abused and traumatized; Deprived of love
It has taken a toll on her precious mind
For her mental health has been in decline
Her treatments and therapy have never helped
So she lives with the anguish inside of herself
She self-medicates to numb the pain
This is a story of sorrow;
Anna is her name.
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