She
Who is she?
The girl who never lifts her eyes off the ground.
She couldn't bare the thought of facing the people that lie above her.
She's quiet.
Rarely do words escape her mouth.
"It's hard," she says, "when so much is going on in her mind to make them into sentences."
She's alone.
They look at her differently.
But she IS different.
She's so uniquely made that no one could appreciate her being.
She's deep.
So many cracks and crevices within her few years of life.
Never, though, would you have any idea.
For she looks together on the outside.
She's broken.
Marks on her body show ware of being used, lied to, and deceived.
Scars are hidden away in the deep depths of her soul,
but Darkness still grasps her in his hand.
Most of all she's brave.
Battles between yourself are never won.
Yet, she still crawls to the top.
Who is she?
They ask again...
She is strong.
