Doubtful

"Oh, woe is me", she cries again. Not caring of the carnage left behind. The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones. Selfish, self absorbed, oblivious That is she. Selfless, giving, forgiving, patient; There lies the rest of the world. Everywhere she went, Like a shattered glass, peices lay everywhere; shiney and jagged Carefully, the ones around her dilegently tip toe around the remains; broken, sharp. Ever so careful Ever so fearful Ever so doubtful Doubtful that she would ever change.