Empty Girl

We are partners
In truth, if not fate.
But my burden, compared to hers,
Is much, much less great.
She is the “Chosen One”,
I am but her accomplice.
I undergo pressure,
But her mind is an abyss.
No matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
She constantly thinks
She is no “who”.
She used to be so carefree
Until we found out.
Her happiness was a flood,
But now it is a drought.
Little more than a vessel
She now considers herself.
Not a person to laugh with,
But a trophy on a shelf.
I curse and curse him
That one who had told us.
A strange but infuriating man he was,
Causing so much agonizing fuss.
Because of him, the one I love
Is a pebble instead of a pearl.
I watch upon who is now
The shell, the empty girl.