• A scar on her cheek,
    A cut on her leg.
    Stitches on her forehead,
    Wounds on her arms.
    It only takes one glimpse before you know,
    This girl is haunted by a freak show.

    This girl's dreams are shattered and broken,
    By discouragement of those who could care less.
    Sorrow fluttered slowly around her,
    And whispered quietly as so only the girl could hear,
    "Death is your answer."
    In the girl's hand, Sorrow dropped a blade.
    Suddenly, a piercing, razor-sharp pain arrived.

    It cut into her back as if an invisible man stood in the darkness behind.
    Finally, after ten long years, a path of light opened to her eyes.
    But suddenly she was blinded.
    She could no longer see the road to happiness,
    But instead, Hellfire lay before her eyes.
    She was dead, without a chance to decide.

    Still, though, this girl dreamed on.
    She would always tell herself,
    Even though life was misery with happiness on its knees, begging,
    "As long as I have hope, Fate has possibilities."