I'm the girl with hair like mattered rope,
The one with the dark haunting eyes,
That sits huddled, hands outstretched,
And head hung in desperation,

I'm the girl with skin that pulled,
All too tightly over thin bony ribs,
The one who's world is nothing,
But fleeting, gloomy shades of grey,

I'm the girl with quick fingers and steady hands,
Who can slip in and out of the shadows,
Stalking the night as sharp as a black cat,
While remaining as elusive to catch as smoke,

I'm the girl who is invisible to the rest,
The one who sees the stone cold truth,
Inside a tempest of lies and deceit,
That are itching to be set free,

I'm the girl who stares right into the flames,
As ash rains down from the torn sky,
While the world descends into chaos,
I smile and fade away again,