She walked with downcast eyes
Everywhere she went.
Her lips were not curved,
Neither a smile nor a frown.
She moved with attitude
Emanating from her soul.
But she had been marred by life
And her story was sad and beautiful
All at the same time.
However, she kept it inside,
Letting demons feast on her soul,
While struggling to find her light.
Unable and unwilling to ask for help.
Pushing away those who loved her so.
Will she learn before its too late?