She wears a cloak It's dark and mysterious She hides her face And her feelings Scars and pain All beneath it. When the hood comes off A beautiful broken woman She has the wrinkles Of many tears cried A perfectly faked smile Plastered to a hurt soul Her eyes bright with Guilt, remorse, loss The hood back on Quicker then it came off She continues her adventure Standing tall Yet, hiding her beautiful self. Hiding from the world The cloak is her safety Away from vulnerability. Never trusting and Never loving She will never take it off Why should she?