Right now she sits and she writes.
She looks so perfectly harmless.
Sadness and light, sweet and contrite;
Who would guess she could be so heartless?

She seems to be just another girl,
Not from the world so disengaged.
The depths of her soul harbor a pearl.
She polishes it and names it Rage.

All see her but never realize,
Her very eyes set the air on fire.
It's her counterfeit smile they idealize.
They return it and it renders her uninspired.

She saves her explosion for another day;
Her lasting patience she now employs.
For what, then, would the oblivious say?
Just for fun she doth destroy?

Who would guess she could be so heartless?
Sadness and light, sweet and contrite;
She looks so perfectly harmless.
And for now she sits and she writes.