Spitfire

Became her name

Whenever she was blamed

Like a ticking bomb

Ready to explode

Never taking the high road.

With ease,

She burned her peace

And stuck inside a cage

Blinded by rage

Only to be pushed

As damage.

She slumped

Against the grey walls

With senses numbed

She became a scarred doll

Amidst all, by digging

Her pitfall.