She's A Tragic State Poem by Brian Hinckley

She's a tragic state,
seeing shadows behind every compliment.
Armor of hurt and betrayal gird her,
impenetrable by the sincerest of men.

She once held me in sway,
much like many unlucky men before.
She's a tragic state,
running from all those that care.

I tried to bring her sunshine;
she turned it into darkness.
I tried to bring her joy;
she drowned it in her sorrow.

I walked away from her tragic state,
no longer entranced by look or smile.
She's a tragic state, that girl,
one I cant help or get caught in.