Within her (In the forest of many crowds)

In the forest of many crowds,

Lived a tiny girl. 

All of them so phoney. 

She never thought!

Some smiled so sweet-

To poke that knife from behind!

And some pulled her down...

To rule and to raise their reign.

She was glad that she was just-

A spirit.

For they could never kill her.

Or an inch of her being.

So she lived in that forest.

Underneath the concealed agony.

Author's Note

Just me.