She wasn't always like this.
Slipping in between cracks
To go unnoticed,
Fading into the background
And always afraid
Of what they think
And how they think of her.
She was a free bird,
Reckless and beautiful
And simply unapologetic
For who she was.
They sank bitter sweet venom in her veins
And soon she grew weak
With keeping her wings above the ground.
