Cursed and left abandoned
A child of quintessential kind
Wishing no harm of any design

Paths of turbulent times; she’d fair fine
When most would stop towing the line
She continued, for children where of her kind

Struggling for help; crumbling & cracking
Her sweet heart was their mark; to be exact
They would ceaselessly attack it & rip it apart

Pain piercing each, once, joyous laughter
Blood boiling over her ghastly screams
Cackling, they left her to choke on her dreams

All because happiness could be achieved
So, she had once believed
Reality set in for her to see; she’d been deceived