Never Mind.

Never mind she says
 it is her face
 shows a trace
of sad rays
 she feels out of place
up and down she paces
 within the narrow space
 her dress laced
 falls down to the base
 modest she is with grace
nervous she is in a haze
her countenance  is grim
her eyes look dim
she walks away straight
her commanding height
she is a lovely sight
 even in her plight.