She was just a girl, a heartbeat in bloom,
Then the screen caught fire, and she fell to the gloom.
They called her a slut, a fool, a stain—
Each post like a bullet, each comment a chain.
On Twitter they jeered, said she was trash,
Her future a joke, her dreams turned to ash.
Good girl, they spat, as if it was a curse,
Each word like a wound, each glance so much worse.
She folds in on herself, hiding the pain,
But the world forgot, she’s more than their stain.
Beneath all their venom, a flame still burns—
She’s more than the shadow that their hatred returns.