Sick of This

She stands shattered,

Soaked in sadness,

Secluded in shadows.

Shunned by society,

Stunned by its irony,

Sorrow sinking in,

She shares soft sad sighs,

With so-called allies.

Soft sapphire eyes,

Singed strongly,

She's seen saints spit on,

Hissing satans praised,

Suckers sacrificed,

Shamed sinners suddenly banished.

And still she stays focused,

On saddening scenes,

Experienced in her own past.

Shards of her scarred soul,

Scatter scarcely,

As December snowflakes,

Descending so slowly.