Once upon a time, in a far away land
There stood a young woman walking alone in the sand
She was tall, she was graceful, she was young, she seemed bold
Her skin glowed like the sun, her eyes purer than gold

To any outsider who did not know who she was
They would beg to be her, thinking her life was the buzz
They look at her body, as they look at her skin
They assume that her beauty made her life a win/win

And if they would look past her innocent eyes
They would see all her scars; they would feel all her cries
If they did not assume that her life was pure gold,
They may have asked the question, “Why does she walk alone?”

Torment and affliction visit her these days
Though she tries to lock them out, they come in different ways
Abused and abandoned she weeps alone in distress
She sobs every night wishing she were dead

Her emotions consume her, she’s afraid, she alone
She has sobbed so much lately, that she now barely moans
Her face has turned red with rings under her eyes
Everyone she has loved has walked out of her life.

She puts up a wall to drown out the pain,
Yet she drowns in despair as these walls trap the rain,
Her tears rush down her face, just like a flash flood
This wall now traps her in as she lays in the mud.

If you really love her and you want her to be free
You might want to inquire and see how she’s doing
Don’t be quick to judge how a woman might be,
Though her life may seem good, it may not be as it seems

Written by Amie

how true i feel this is for so many, you captured it perfectly. i
don't think i've had a chance to say, welcome to the creative writes

Awwww thank you for the welcome. I am healed now. I wrote that when I was recently broken up, but I am in a WAY better place now. :)