Her Quiet Cataclysm

She looks fine.
She sounds strong.
But what if it's all wrong?

She walks like midnight glass-clear but impossible to touch,
hiding her cracks they never noticed much.
Trapped between perfection and freedom,
chained by their words, still longing for her own kingdom.

Will she drown beneath who they told her to be,
or rise alone as who she truly is, finally free?