OK it's been a while.
This poem isn't necessarily about Miraculous but it takes an effect on life and a hint of ,well, bullying.
Warnings: Some may find triggering.
People are scared,
Petrified of themselves,
Hide behind masks,
Always too afraid to ask.
They talk about each other,
Just to make themselves feel better,
Lost in a world of lies,
While their fake smiles hide their cries,
Souls scream to be revived,
They spit out knives,
At those forgotten lives.
Their hearts engulfed by scars,
From playing that game of charades,
In this deadly game of cards,
The devil even gave his regards.
Maybe one day,
They'll give up this cliche,
Leave the unfortunate game,
And hope others will soon do the same.