MissileOfUncertainty

Untouched Skin

Her fingers are soft,

Like the day she was born. 

Untouched by travesty this world had sworn. 

 

Her heart his breaking,

Like her first dropped plate.

This society has caused too much hate.

 

And now her skin has hardened. 

Calluses of time have formed. 

She\'s come to realize, humanity has become deformed.