Survival of the Fittest

What a sullen girl
So broken and empty
No trace of affection
Alive in her delicate body.
So full of anger,
So quiet with grief,
For every man she’s taken
The time and effort
To form a connection,
Has beaten, bruised,
And torched small,
But very significant,
Bits of her soul.

She cared too much
Or so they told her.
But when did caring
Become such a horrible concept?
If it were still
Darwin’s Survival of the Fittest,
Would she be killed off for simply
Giving a damn?
Yes, she tried to see the best
In people, the world, love.
But even optimism seems to be
An undesirable trait for survival
In this cold, brutal world,
Where no one cares, and
Everyone dies.