She looked left, she saw pain She looked right, she saw struggling She looked ahead, she saw tests She looked behind her, she saw heartbreak She looked up, she saw illusions and deception She looked down, she saw cracks in the pavement she felt very much like the pavement
Walked on. Ignored. Deadly Silent. People called her 'pretty', But she was so much more than just a 'face'. She was skin deep, filled. With intricate delicate details.