Her
She always hides from the world
Deep emotions inside of her
Keep flooding down her ashen cheeks
All of them which fail to notice
Her broken heart, her broken self
Master of disguise because she is
All of them will never see
Chains of insercurities that never let her free
A little fragile girl she is
All of them saw her as an empty shore
She refuses to let out the ocean of emotions
Survivor of whose storm she is
All of them who consider her dull
Her dreams are oh so colourful
Artist of her own world she is
All of them ignore her mostly
She wishes to be alone not lonely
Oh how cursed she is
Body calm yet mind tangled
The eyes which once sparkled hope
Now bleed the salt of her soul
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