The more he asked about her

The less human she became

She was a beast

Muddled and riddled with shame.

She grew up like a stray dog

Never a part of a family

Always wandering alone

Mistakes hidden by light that glowed dimly.

The only time they showed interest

She had to fail or fight

And even then it was fleeting

Her always fighting for that dim light.

Deep down she was this stray dog

Unwanted, unwelcome, dazed, wandering the fog.

–Cameron Martindale, CHHS Class of 2015