A face so pure upon first sight, But a glance at her past can bring up the fright. Her tortured soul she tries to conceal, but no one knows what she really feels. Her heart is hard, but warm as well, she always smiles, though she's been through hell. Her love is dead, her family so torn, Her neverending struggle is no less than scorn. The good she has done, can not compare to her frightening past, that is full of despair. Although she’s gifted with a golden heart, Someday her soul will tear her apart.