She was cracked before she had a chance.
Never able to overcome her circumstance.
No one noticed her poor behavior was an act.
The main reason she never covered her tracks.
The petty crimes eventually began to advance-
Dying to steal any reaction that lasts longer than a glance.
Childhood trauma stole her hope.
The scars were too deep to ever cope.
If only the people around her saw her pain.
Maybe the girl could have learned to change.
Now people will know her name.
Not for her strengths or skills
but for the life left unfulfilled.
Now she sits like stone for someone to visit.
Counting the cracks in the wall above her bed.
This is the cost of being misled.
Cracked before she had a chance.