Her [Poem]

Her hair,
Black like her fathers heart,
When he drinks,
When he screams,
Screams at her,
For being "so cold".

Her eyes,
Hazel like the mixed feelings in her soul,
Green like the ground,
Brown like the soil,
Specs of gold.

Her heart,
Broken like the men who go through war,
Every time,
They shot that gun,
Every time
They cried,
Every time,
They said goodbye.

Her mind,
Rotten like the bullies,
That beat her after school,
Leaving scars,
Bruises,
Tears in her soul.

Her body,
Full of scars,
Full of the hate,
That people marked her with,
With ever word,
Every scream,
Every time they tried to fix,
That which was not broken,

Her smile,
Now cracked,
Like a wall,
Like her mind,
Like her soul.

She's only Human.
She's only so bold.