A soul in solitude

The world dint know of her covered stain
She suffered silently through the aisles of pain
Be bearable or not
Her thoughts fought
The world would laugh with her when she did
But she wept alone and the world hid
They want full measure of your pleasure ,but they do not need your woe
Deceit,betrayal and sorrow made her sore
Was she still naive?
Would she still step up to face her fears?
If only she made up her mind by then and took a turn.
There would be no regret nor would her stomach twist nor churn
Yes ,the world offered her both cold and gold.
Indeed there are none to decline your nectared wine ,its definitely well cultured and fine.
But ALONE you must drink life's gall.