What are you doing here?

What is a person like you doing here?

An innocent soul,
With a lot of good intentions,
Trying to be good to all,
Very rare, and quite scary to mention.

Out of place,
Like a lamb among wolves.
Everyone she meets wants a piece of her,
To put scars on that beautiful face,
Itching to get to her, and leave her body in a bloody mess.

Some managed to get to her, and left her feeling less
Alive and more dead.

That’s when something snapped.
She questioned her nature,
If it would make her survive,
Or if it would cause her untimely departure,
From the precious state of being alive.

It was inevitable.
Sheer survival instinct.
To abandon her initial goodwill,
One that made her vulnerable.

To adapt to her environment.
To use love as nothing more than a weapon, an instrument,
To get what she wanted, without the slightest chance to repent.

She had no choice but to change.
It’s a cold world, and her mind she had to rearrange.
Prioritizing herself, and trusting others not.
Exactly the opposite, of what her parents taught.