Something Is Wrong

In the realm where trust in society waned, A journey of loss and unbidden change began. Her heart, shattered by incessant trials, A soul now wary, fear's shadow, it defiled.

Obsessed, she became with touch's sweet embrace, In the mirror's reflection, a passenger, stark, In the living world, she bore a heavy mark.

A dark passenger, she saw herself, indeed, Bound to break the chains, her spirit freed. To destroy not herself but doubts that clung, In the realm of the living, her song unsung.