She has been keeping it in,
Hard as it has been,
The sword she wields against those tearing her apart,
The cloak she uses to keep warm against the cold attacks.
She’s been keeping it safe and reassuring herself,
A reminder that no matter what they say she’s not someone else,
Her most priced and most valued fortune,
One she handled with utmost caution.
In darkness and cold you appeared,
Along with what she most feared.
Without thought or remorse you ripped her cloak off,
Even as she tried defending in fear and shock.
You took her fortune, feeling no rue
Took her dignity and ran her through.
Left her in the mud dejected and bitter,
I’ve never seen sweet and innocence leave any faster.
Up she stood feeling the blood seep and flow,
But, she will never let it show.
Gently, she cleaned up and wore a smile,
Wondering why the world was so hostile.
She promised to only cry when she’s alone,
She’ll only portray the image of a Queen on throne.
She never imagined the first time will be so cruel,
But she’ll always wear her smile like the perfect jewel
The Pen Creative World 
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