The Prison Within

It starts before her first heel strikes the pavement
Whisper, click
Whisper, clack
Like a midnight train slowing through town

Her soul eroded
Crumbling from within
Foundation too weak
To shoulder the storm

All the fanfare and parade
Not enough to hide
What existed inside
A soul, untamed

A soul too honest and true
For scores and games
The facade is over
But the prison still remains.