She
She's a liar, she's a joke,
She's dragging her life in the lack of hope.
She looks happy, she speaks aloud,
In her eye catching life she's above the clouds.
She's ugly cause she has been told,
Above several layers, she's making more folds.
She's pretty, she's perfect as the body suggests,
But true beauty is one thing this world cannot digest.
She lives high on her happiness,
While her eyes are dead and emotionless.
But why will the world see through it?
Cause she absorbs her pain behind her eyelids.
She keeps speaking every minute by,
She excites every moment so dry.
No one sees and never will see,
She actually has no one to speak.
~Agamya Verma
