Torn

A full assault and battery,
On the emotions of the heart.
And a bed of lies, not flattery,
Is tearing us apart.
Wild stories all around us,
None of them are true.
Pure hearts both now full of pus,
But why? We haven’t a clue.
Can this be turned around,
So we can go back to happy?
Or is only anger to be found,
Us both irritable and snappy?

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