bathing towels and showers

Melancholy of her

Melancholy Of Her...

Life never seemed like a fair game,
As she's always lost in her slumber land.
Dreaming of the world that can't be true,
Hoping to her fantasy come through.

The little lady cries
When the thunder strikes,
As her father hides her
Under the threads of lies,
Her mother never treated her fair
As she weeped in despair.

Now, the little lady's numb,
Waiting for her peace to come,
She's tired,
Battling against her intrusive thoughts,
No one knew how pessimistic
She was from inside,
She always walked with teary eyes
Yet not a person asked why?
She kept sobbing
In the freezing dark corner
As no one by her side....

~ You never know what someone might be goin'
through, what's going inside their head, they
might be dancing or fantasising or maybe they're
just dying inside and trying to survive.
And by the way, credits to my father for making
The path so well that it finally came out as a poem
Influenced by his doings in my life.
TC <3
💙
*Still a teen so still lives in the same house as his (⁠ー⁠_⁠ー⁠゛⁠)