Villain

Photo by Florian Olivo on Unsplash

She is a mess,
A splintered shadow of herself,
Her eerie smile speaking fear,
Yet her eyes bear a semblance of pain,
Her voice sings a song of sorrow,
Regret is written on her face,
Things didn’t have to come to this,
She did not intend to hurt her loved ones,
But alas, the deed has been done,
All she can do now is to keep marching on.