She hoped to be better with time
She longed to sharpen her mind
It saddened me to see her blue
Neer receiving credit when due
Always hiding her lies in vain
Her pitiful soul in unrelenting pain
Her faded eyes revealing all
She struggled so, to stand proud and tall
Chaos in her mind often trapped
A maze of confusion and not tightly wrapped
What about her fall? Was it a clumsy trip?
Or a blurred mind losing its grip?
So you ask, where is she now?
I remember her fall all too well
Should I live a lie or should I tell?