She walks through the halls

With her head down

Her hair falling,

Covers her frown.

Her long sleeve shirts hide the bruises

That she thinks she deserves.

Gingerly fighting through the crowd

Hoping no one yells too loud.

A fragile soul brainwashed

By a cruel reality in hell.

The teachers know that

Something's going on,

But can't do anything.

The Students know that

Something's wrong,

But won't defy the king.

A little girl in a broken body

Years older than she's become.

As she's grown older,

She's become weaker,

Condemned by

His Unforgivable Rage.