Female.

nineteen.

Prima Donna.

Lovely.

Beautiful, that's all she got. 
Nothing deeper. Nothing more sincere.

Nobody wanted to hear her words, in fact nobody cared.

She could be a doctor, a lawyer, a politician

She could be an author,

but all anyone ever saw was 

Female.

nineteen.

Prima Donna.

Lovely.

And she was a little lost in a world of beautiful things.

And the world told her she would be better of blending into them.

But she could write stories that would break your heart

and poems that could open your eyes

and she was just another writer that would fade away

Because the world never saw her beautiful mind.