She was perfect

She was kind

Like the fire, her flames aimed to be the brightest

She's the perfectionist and protagonist  

Tho she's slipping away from the light

Now drifting towards darkness

Slowly becoming heartless and shameless

Surrounded by her anger and hunger for power

Her envy quickly devoured her

All her bottled emotions came suffusing like how the waves overpower the tides

Now she’s the misunderstood villain in the story  

Trapped in her unwrapped emotions

Alone on her bloodstone throne  

Having disgraced her family, and to be known as human waste

She's the sinner and winner of my story
this was my very first poem I would love any feedback