Tangled in her own fears, bides her time over the years. A face hidden she shall remain, the mask behind which she stays. Painfully scratched hollow, the insides become. Turbulent in sensation as the sun. No soul to confide, bear the truth she hides. A closed Pandora's box, key locked and swallowed-lost. She can change, if given the chance, only waiting for that one glance. Running she shall go, into those arms if thrown. But she shall not be considered, for her fate holds no luck. Happiness not allowed, only broken dreams handed down.