The Horrible One.

Dread fills me to the core
Take a labored breath, open the door
To find the object of my misery
Standing there, waiting for me

Supposedly, she is innocent.
But to me, she has an evil bent
Mocking me, doing evil deeds
Seemingly deaf towards all my pleas

Her sharp words pierce my bones
Freezing them like ice cream cones
Miserable, I turn away
But the hurt wll always stay