Between the corners of her chest is a shipwreck, drown in the madness of caged self. She's chained, tangled in the forest of isolation. Her eyes are the symbol of a broken diamond. She's a daughter of the moon, at night she wails and she crumbles. In her battles she never win, it's her enemy who keeps on winning. The monster cannot be seen, in her head is where it's living. Her smile was never bright, her laughter was never genuine. That girl who lived on pretence will soon end the sentence.