It Never Ends

She walked down the corridor as silently as a soft breeze,

Chilling her to the bone as people pass her by.

Only yesterday she was gazed at with jealousy and longing,

As people recognized how mesmerizing she truly was.

Now people gaze at her with fear and rage,

And emotions root them to the ground as her curse is activated.

Her feelings are cast aside as people push her away,

They assume she doesn't feel.

Although, she owns more feelings than others can even think of.

Her heart longs for a compassionate gesture, though she refuses to show her weakness.

She recieves a stony glare as a reminder of who she truly is.

A woman with silky long hair and porcelain skin,

Or a monster with serpant-like hair and a look that kills.

It's obvious to her what the answer is,

Yet she refuses to believe it.

For her ego and reputation are more important,

Than kindness and morality.

A monstrosity like that is shunned away and loathed,

And she only welcomes those negative thoughts with open arms.