Her heart is golden,
But covered in soot.

She wants to find her purpose,
But doesn’t know where to look.

She has a personality,
But it’s buried deep inside.

For her emotions and sadness,
Have cast it aside.

She has a good life,
But can’t figure out how to live it.

She needs to take a step,
But all she can do is pivot.

She’s frozen in time,
Her destiny sitting dusty on a shelf.

Her existence is a mystery,
Afraid of unraveling itself.