Like a forgotten god, she walks alone.
As for her sins, she must atone.
She tastes ash in everything she eats,
blood in everything she drinks.  
And she walks alone.

Her stride is quick and confident.
Her mind is dark and incompetent.
When others look upon her,
they see nothing of her former self.
Dark, outgoing, mysterious,
All thoughts that pass.
And she walks alone.

Quiet and shakily, she tells her tales.
Nothing of substance is revealed.
She wears black like heavy armor,
attempting to shield herself from the world.
And she walks alone.

The mask upon her face is to protect,
shielding her emotions, as she is a wreck.
One she trusts, she shouts with glee,
“Jackson!” she calls
“Kendahl!” says he.

When one door closes, another opens,
But this room is made of glass.
All can see her suffering
But none shall pass.
And she is alone.

Her hair is an ever changing rainbow,
hues of pinks, reds, and blues.
With headphones in her ears
She acts as though she doesn’t hear,
the judgmental words of her peers.
And she walks alone.

If people were colors,
she would be black.
Strong, Rebellious, Dangerous.
She would be red.
Angry, Powerful, Passionate.
She would paint the walls with her colors.
But people aren’t colors.
People are pack animals.
And she is alone.

She haunts this world like a goddess from long ago.
Wandering from class to class,
A modern day zombie.
Her confident stride is filled with lies.
Her lack of fear is just a facade.
She is the monster in your closet.
She is the demon in your nightmares
And she is always alone.

Her legs twitch with anxiety.
Her hands shake with untapped potential.
Mind racing with every thought.
She carries herself like something old and lost.
And she walks alone.

Cut her open and you shall see.
The abandoned child that is beneath.
She chokes on the words she is unable to say.
Every “i love you” dies away.
What happens to the girl who seems strong?
She withers away until everything is gone.
But she is the rainbow.
Bloodstained and broken and still flying high.
But like everyone knows,
Icarus had to fly before he fell.