She had taken many a fall
in her life,

People and life had knocked her down -
in her back, had gone many
a sharp knife.

She was soft at heart,
naive and much too sensitive,
empathetic and kind,

She had an inner-strength
of the soulful kind,
and a very determined mind.

She grew up very fast;
depression and anxiety
stole a lot of her precious time,

When most people would have given up,
she kept getting up -  she never knew
when to draw the line.

She was an innocent girl,
usually misunderstood,

All she ever wanted
was acceptance, real loyalty,
and to be truly understood.

Other people's envy was always an issue,
her good nature was always the cause,

They couldn't be quite like her,
so they set out to destroy her -
they always instagated
such brutal, unfair wars.

But she still had a humble,
innocent, beautiful heart,
one that always felt the urge to give,

She only wanted to be genuinely loved
in return;
with peace, love and harmony
she wanted to live.

By Lady R.F ©2017