riotess

the ogress riotess riles the few, biles the many
only an ogress can shatter the glass ceiling, the invisible barrier
yet she now will have scars, ugly criss-crossing scars from the struggle, from the win
to be set apart, she has to cheat on her heart
left behind are the other dreams she wanted
left behind are the other lives she wanted
no one will help her with her ugly mission
not that she wants pseudo hand holding anyway
she would rather feel her own leathery skin, tough from outside barbs
than be reminded yet again, that she made the sacrifice for those who don't care