4. Not Okay

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Incapable was her nickname
Every voice mocked the same

Expectations were many
Making her shoulders heavy

Exhaustion glossed her eyes
Yet she made them believe her smiles

She cried every night
Hoping someone will notice her fight

Laziness was the excuse they gave
No wonder she had to act brave

Her pages filled with scribbles
The ink reflecting her concealed tears

She fought everyday
Keeping her sanity at bay

Every move was judged
Every word being questioned

She believed she was okay
But her soul whispered she was NOT OKAY






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