Torn and shabby.
Yet wore it for their smiles.
Smiles to make her heart flutter.
But soon the sparks of the dazzling finery diminished her into a petty creature.
A sacrifice turned her into a fiddling creature.
Indeed they wanted to see trifling beast.
So be it.
She picked the brightest star from her hidden constellation and adorned herself with a new attire.

An attire too bright for them.
Let them call it ego, arrogance, vengeance or ire.
For it was her's to call.