At times she also likes to think, compare to some her life is better. Then she realizes it isn't. God had abandoned her in his dark place. Even if she does not cry, she still prays. Something about faith within the most miserable of times soothes her soul. Long ago, she would sing hymns. Hoping God would smile turn back to her. No.
God was gone.
God lied. That was the reality. He did not care about her or the rest of the children. Leaving them to the hand of the ringmaster.
The deformed diva poured out her heart in a song. The sand of the ring cold against her bare feet. People are staring.
The steel cage princess feels tears sting her eyes. Now a hymn is coming from her lips. Will God look at her now?
The deformed diva trapped within this twisted circus. Who was once his precious child. A schoolgirl running, and laughing. Sitting in pews in the church. Obediently praying.
Where had it gotten her now?
Being locked up.
Mutated.
Forced to sing to for an audience. Allowing them to stare at her deformity. Cold nights alone in a steel cage, with manacles squeezing her wrists and ankles.
"Oh why God?" She whispers in her cage on the darkest nights. "This place is a hell on earth." Can God truly hear her? If he does, why does he not save her?
This game truly is utterly sick. It is a never ending cycle.
Pray.
Hope.
Crumble.
God is truly gone.
"I am done." She whispers. "You do not care. All this brings is more heartache upon me."
The Steel Cage Princess presses her head against the bars and begins to weep. Something shifts inside of her. A light once there, flickers out.
The diva is deformed, broken, also now faithless and utterly alone.