And We All Fall Down

Careful and cautious,
she strolled through the hall,
her eyes lowered
down and her shoulders drooped
like roses in the
dead of fall.
Except her thorns were
sharper and her words
cut deeper and she was
never afraid to break
anyone at all to get
what she wanted.
She was a fighter,
a liar, a faker,
inhuman at best,
an enemy to herself and
everyone around her.
Her motto was,
"Do what you have to do,
and hurt whoever
gets in
your way."
