Pages of my soul

Lost girl

Here is a little story about a lost girl

She was born a jewel, a pretty white pearl.

A treasure to keep, to flaunt and protect,

She was told she was the definition of perfect.

But it was too soon when they came with their tools and sheers

To doll and string her up, to be handled by a puppeteer.

They told her they would make her shine, the brightest

And she believed them, no doubt in the slightest.

Paraded around, she was a subject of worship

For years she was a phenomenon to be purchased

They made her shine they did, no doubt in that

And you may ask, where is the jewelled girl at?

They stole her voice, and ripped her soul

They crushed her will and took control.

They stripped her of everything to the bone

She had nowhere to return, she was all alone.

When they found another jewel, a prettier one,

They cast her aside, they had had their fun.

Abandoned and discarded she is now lost

And she asks herself, was it all worth the cost?