Who she is

Yes, I am the chosen one
Too bad, I am a lost one
Lost inside the maze
Searching for my face.

She whispers with lies around
Burries them in the air
So that she could still share
What she always feared.

And she takes a picture
With no structure
Burned to death
Goodbye for now.
But how?
Did she became
Somebody
full of shame
With no certainty inside
her stupid, wreckless mind.

Doesn’t she deserve
More than this curve?
Here overwhelmed breathing
Searches love inside a feeling.

She will show she is beautiful
On the inside of her mind.
But why is the outside
Still so hard to find..