Spearheaded words
Try their best
To tear her down
By looking down
At her scarred face
Like ghastly clowns
wearing fake frowns

The pile of blame
Somehow lands on
Her indignant face
She is left all alone
In a world bereft of colour
Left all alone to suffer
Entrapped within walls
Where nobody answers her calls

These worthless words
Try their best
To ensnare her with echoes
Of shame and hatred
But they ricochet off her
And she somehow
Makes it to the top

Unbeknownst to her
A trail of Cimmerian darkness
Followed her
Like an unfeeling sinister shadow
That Swallowed her whole
And slowly took control
Numbing all the pain
While she looked at
The monsters she had slain