She

Skin of the toughest vinyl,
Heart of the most fragile glass,
Mask of the thinnest paper,
Eyes of the forest reflected in a pool of water,
Hair of the softest silk, shredded and fine,
Clothes of inferior cotton, ragged and worn,
Jewelry of but stones and sand,
And not a drop of ink to her name.

She is nothing to nobody, and that is how she lived.