She was so artistic,
Painting smiles on
every face,
Except her own.
She was so musical,
Singing sweet symphonies
Of care and compassion,
To all ears but her own.
She was so smart,
Weaving her way in and out
Of problems
She should've never had to face.
She was so wise,
Keeping all of her
Negativity inside.
She was so much,
But most of all,
She was so destructive.
Not to those around her
As she believed,
But to herself.
What she never saw,
Though, was that
She was so beautiful.
She was so blind
To her beauty.
She was so blind
To her affect on others.
She was so blind,
And now,
Because of her inability
To see the opaque
Value of her life,
She is so dead.
