Misunderstood, mistaken that's what she was

Until we found her

Cute as a hug

Lonely, sad, and depressed

Hiding her inner emotions

Obedient, cheerful, and optimistic

As happy and as warm she could be

There was nothing she could do

When alone

She cried

She wasn't satisfied

Abused, complex, and distraught

Confused, and deceived

Torn, and shattered

No matter how you look at it

Her heart

Was fragile

Like a broken bone


Angel's halos

Now look

Reading her grave

Came a poem from the heart

Of the spirit of the dead

Vivian, shadow siren, and most of all friend to all