Heya, another poem from me :) I think it's in need of a better title though, so if you have any ideas, please PM me or leave me a review. ok enough rambling... enjoy.
Oh, P.S a petard is an explosive device used to break down a wall :)
Behind the bun.
It's in place for protection, for keeping up the façade.
To aid intimidation, to help act against a petard.
But, it hasn't always been there.
It's not the real me.
I was carelessly chipped away and replaced with this instead.
Now I'm strong, but I was weak.
She got inside my head.
She broke me down, in days gone by.
I bore the pain, broken bones, the odd black eye.
Last she made the final change. That was it for me.
Finally I was broken.
What was left of me had died.
Branded, I was Constance.
The last part of me was gone.
The last connection to my family.
I mourned the loss of Connie.
In the only way I knew, by locking it away.
I was part of her colloection, an object, nothing more.
When I finally left her 'care' I had no relief.
She haunts my thoughts and memories by day.
At night, she makes me scream.
I'm her carbon copy, but I've tried to change.
Never, upon a student have I taken out my rage.
Thanks to what she did, now I am renowned.
Due to lack of sleep, I run only on caffine.
Now, among the students, I've been crowned.
Their resident Ice Queen.
OK did you love it, hate it or just don't know? I'd love to hear what you think, so please leave me a review :)