She

She dropped a tear
For all the fear
Garnered in herself
Over many, many years.

They soon dwindled
And came running down
Like displaced streams
From mighty rain clouds.

Each touched upon a phase
Some, she'd skipped in haste
A few, in disgrace
Some, not so much in distaste.

Like the ocean 

Gathering storms

She festered wounds

Within her, beautifully deformed.  

It hurt her deeper now, 

Herself - broken and torn

Yet not wanting to mourn
Over another heart, once more ~

She faked her smile 

And mastered pretense 

She was dying within

But had to live, and fend. 

A vicious cycle

Of peace and pains

Heal and hurts

Love and hate

Turned her into a being 

She could no longer be in -

Either a fairy in disguise?

Or plain evil, filled with vice?