Power spurring through her veins
Nearly shattering her fragile figure
No one listens to her complaints
Making her problems all fuel vigour

What she shows is carefully chosen
And that is like the top of an iceberg
And molten water that is now frozen
Like her beating heart that is on the verge

As all eyes are still seeing
She falls to the ground, no longer feeling
For what she had said, no one had heard
And what she heard, no one had said

Her mind had been locked upon itself
And the key to the lock was never delivered
As now no hands clutch it tight
Though what wrong received through fight