Jane Eyre dramatic monologue

Why have I been unlucky for the whole of my life?

Not even a single moment of happiness and bliss, only pain and strife.

What could it possibly be that I deserved such a fate?

As the time passed by I started getting used to that state.

Until the moment, a bright soul appeared in a dim light,

I surrenderred but not quite.

For him we were alike, equal souls, breathing the same air,

Could he see the real me, obscure and plain Jane Eyre?

I have been forsaken, I hold remorse in these green eyes,

That he cannot see nor this regret I cannot disguise.

When the virtues that adorned me turn to shameful lust,

Words will turn to a painful bite, my only fault was trust.

I have no one to share my struggles with,

But I alone learned I should allow my soul to wander a bit.

So I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked,

For I stayed true to my faith despite everything I lacked.

Is my pain manipulative, is my pride deceiving?

I am left to wonder as I am leaving.

With my shape jagged and weak, I start a clean slate,

I recite a prayer of gratitude, I turn to fate.

Will the winds to which I surrender bear a better tomorrow

Bringing joy together with sorrow?