Warrior Remain

She was washed by drops of rain,
washing her old self down the faucet drain,
A girl who was taken advantage of angrily so,
that it lead her to believe she could never say "no"
I hated that girl, I will always hate her,
she choose to ignore her right minded whisper. 
It was over ran by fear and it turned her to stone,
as if she looked in Medusas eyes and suddenly became all alone.
A little girl hiding from the monster under the bed,
she is now dead. 
Gone and now a warrior remains,
a girl full of fierce winded hurricanes,
she hides her weapons in her smile,
destructive because of a damaging past profile.
This new girl now she is true,
for she exist because of what a person put her through. 
I am now Alive.