Complain, Complain

With a hatred for everything, she can't hide.

She despises the world, its people and its lies,

A storm of darkness within her heart lies.

She rejects the limits and rules that confine,

A rebel spirit, she won't toe the line.

Her disdain for fake anti-fascist cries,

Echoes through her mind, tearing at her insides.

Purple hearts may be awarded and displayed,

But to her, they signify a charade.

They're crumbling under the weight of deceit,

Failing to quell the anger that she can't defeat.

A killing idea haunts her every thought,

A destructive force that cannot be fought.

In this hunting season of pain,

Everything she sees is eyestrain.