alone
The hateful spice of loneliness
Burns behind her eyes
Knowing things are falling apart
For miles and miles
Predators avoid her
Pray runs away
This kingdom of hers is falling
She's forced to play
Those who are close
Are only shadows
All they see are silhouettes
Through the darkened windows
This should be the end
The end of her story
Where she finds happiness
Fame , stars and glory
In reality
That doesn't happen
People aren't perfect
And neither is this poem