Each piece finely shattered,

Like each piece of land on the globe so finely scattered,

The one woman who sits above sadly battered,

Feeling like no one and nothing mattered.

If only she could get out of her cell of beautifully decorated walls,

Get rid of that company of charcoal once and for all,

Her feelings of emptiness, felt like an angry teenager in an inner self-brawl,

Once yanked from her cage,

Her soul went into complete rage,

Thought she was going to be murdered, floated like her father,

Clarke Griffin, the one true star gazer.

She was shoved onto the ground for being a juvenile delinquent,

Her whole life seemed to be somewhat distant.

Until she drop ship hit the ground,

They really thought everything was safe and sound.