Vulnerability: Missunderstood

She wanders restlessly the streets of a life she does not believe in. To her, all this is fantasy, all this is a mere reflection of someone's dreams. A dreamer who forgot the ones that were in it. Inside, she feels like a trashed queen, doesn't know what its like to be seventeen. But this illusion is a blur so she cares about nothing, not about the pedestals and prices, not about the mendacious faces smiling, she cares about nothing. Don't you see? Doesn't anybody see? Everything she touches, goes to waste. Everyone that comes to her, goes away. A train wreck does not even begin to describe what she has become. She's got an apetite for destruction, it's almost corrosive. Don't you dare look her in the eye, she drains the soul away from every living thing around, until she's left alone. All she wants is to be left alone so don't you dare to walk by her side.  Oh, dreamer where art though? Where did you go? We're losing touch.