Her artworks and paintings have turned into an amusement park.
Life doesn't hold any value or importance to her.
Disgusted by her own appearance
she turns and seeks comfort in the eyes of strangers.
Her steps are strong but fragile when stepped on.
Soft whispers of compliments and admiration keeps her on her toes.
Those who look at her see the image of a life she wished she had.
Her demons vist her when they please
But she prefers summoning them.
Regardless of there unwanted visit,
She welcomes them with a feast.
Sanity, sanity, sanity
Is what she wants
Sanity, sanity, sainty
The orphic women in black cries out.
Sanity, sanity, sanity
With such an elysian mind she couldn't pretend to be happy when her thoughts consumed her head.
The end.
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"SHE"
PoetryEMPTYNESS IS ALL SHE EVR FELT. She tries a on a daily basis to run away but she cant escape it. Why is this happening to her ...........
