Her Story

So I sat there for a while,
Thinking of the story she had told me as a child,
Young and unknowing sweet and innocently so,
At a gathering of friends some uninvited guests decide to show,
All goes well,
The event carries and evening is upon them,
Time to leave they say and she makes home with those she categorizes 
friends,
The atmosphere changes,
From across the room all the while festivities were had,
She had been noticed as something of a possesion to be grabbed,
She tho not at fault for beautys origination,
Is often plagued for it's acompannying tribulations,
And so when time saw fit for the scene to change,
A maniac was revealed with features by all definition deranged,
There in the night unnoticed by all,
Was where her reacurring angst was sparked to stall,
Her pride and love and even trust,
Are no more shared as once they was,
For on that night though all maniacal deeds were stopped,
A part of her self conscious dropped,
And so though outside she smiles her smile,
Inside shes scared, my little child,
My long lost love has gone away,
But inside of me she stays to play,
She lives and breathes and smiles and cries,
Still beautiful through remembering eyes.