Will she?

Tipping forward,her feet precariously clinging to the pier
The intensity of her agony,the remnants of her malevolent fear
Would she ever be like them?
Benevolent,strutting with eyes like the ocean's gem
Will she ever be adored by them?
The fathomless depths of the society,praising her like her friends
Will her face revolve around the charred hue she was?
Will the itching cream procrastinate her flaws?
Will...