she became cold to her surroundings
her survival method was frowning
fighting for everyone’s happiness 
only known for haughtiness

she was numb to normal
chaos felt cordial
hiding behind frozen eyes
she’s been told endless lies

everything she hoped for,
everything she dreamed,
only made her a working fiend

she lost her spark, 
her world turned dark,
she challenged her morals,
she confronted her spirit,
she lacked her smile, 
that’s not her style.

She was desperately broken,
Wisely unspoken,
Questioning devotion,
just going through the motions.

Strong enough to choose,
Smart enough to justify, 
and brave enough to gamble.

– kristin l. cook

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