She is best when left alone
Solitude fits her like a glove
She wears independence like a royal robe
She is crowned saviour of the people
But she broken
Shattered
Tired
Depressed
Utterly incapable
She smiles and triumphs with the people
Her lining has burnt to ashes
Crumbs before her feet
Is how she sees happiness
The outward appearance kept clean
She loves the open road
The feeling of being free
Born out of regret
She lets her beast
Run free
