She's so quite, you won't know she's here,

You won't know of the pain,

You won't hear of the tear.

 

She has lost the ones she held,

Forced to live as a ward,

Alone now her persona she has shelled.

 

She has seeped out of their hearts,

Now she cannot love again,

The task at hand is to reform all of the parts.

 

Nature consuming nurture,

She has carved out who she is,

She have finally survived all of their torture.

 

She was once his Pretty Princess,

But a Father cannot touch and tell,

Unfortunetally for her there was never a true witness.

 

Now that Princess has grown so big and tall,

The porcelain face shines with ever dulled smiles,

His princess has now become the fateful doll.

 

She has fought every day of her life, 

Hiding who she is behind the pretty face,

All actions in fear of strife.

 

She has made so many wrongs,

Given into so much pressure,

She believed her pain could be soothes by the songs.

 

The tune she succumbed to as her body fell numb,

Facing mental rigor that she shouldn't have survived,

The doll fell into the hands of the dumb.

 

Somehow now as she nears her new life,

Age being her one and only hope,

The pain she escaped of a life ending knife.

 

The dreams of a future captivate her mind,

Led through the light of her own will to surive, 

The darkness of her past she must now leave behind.