CHOOSEN

I guess you could say she was chosen. She stood out Picked from a certain type of dark and mysterious crowd. Her head she held high but in her mind she would cry. Never could she find exactly what she was looking for. Looked in all the wrong places saw dead and torn faces but never could they scared her, she feared her heart more. Confuse with sane and insane but she was neither. if only you could see her, they say she's beautiful and sometimes when time sits steal it's almost as if she becomes an angle. Beautiful on the outside scared and dead on the inside. Like a blossomed rose in a grave yard, a bird on a dead tree branch and a smile of peace on the face of a innocent broken child......................

............................ I guess you could say she was chosen.