They envy her as she is a girl with everything
Charisma, confidence and an hour glass figure
Yet really she has nothing.
They think her life is one lived by stars
Hakuna matata, her daily motto
Yet really she's an eagle trapped in a parrots cage.
They know how her parents dote on her
How they give her anything she desires
Yet really  what happens behind closed doors is unknown.
They presume she is a colorful soul
One that radiates happiness and bliss
Yet really she is nothing of the sort......

She thanks him for the scars she got
As they helped her become numb
She thanks him for the tears she wept
As they helped her become strong
She thanks him for her crushed hopes
As they helped her to grow up
She thanks him for the words he threw
As they helped her build her walls
She thanks him for the worst years of her life
As they helped her appreciate the years later

Yet she curses him for all the innocence he tarnished
As she now sees the world and its reality.

When he first saw her she was;
Innocent, naive and pure
A soul untouched by the cruelty of the world
Becoming cracked and broken
Under his careful, sadistic touch.

When he last saw her she was;
Reserved, Invisible and mysterious
A soul hidden from the world
With walls of ice
Due to his careful, sadistic touch.

When you see her now she is;
Strong, confident and bubbly
A soul colourful to the world around her
Being joy and laughter to all
Because of the lessons learnt
*From his careful, cruel touch.