No place to call home
For all this while
During this exile
She was left to roam
Striving to survive
Trying to stay alive
Mustering every ounce of will
In trying to resist evil
Her close ones never held out a hand
Showing just how much they cared
They only just smeared
So she had to take a stand
She weaved herself a cocoon
Closed out the world
Got labelled a loon
And inside she curled and unfurled
For so long she was left alone
Her chest now harbours a stone
In hate she is clad
As she lost the little humanity she hadq
