Unknown to multiple abhorrent eyes
Which continually worsen repetitive lies
With these watchful passersby unaware
To confirm or correct none would even dare
Aside from the unheard and unpopular truth
And the adjectives that harass her flowers to roots
Saying she's this and that and those
Here is a secret that no one knows
Despite being called names and being degraded
This human being is still fully spirited
Described and judged by onlookers
With none bothering to look within her
The only way she describes herself is
"His"