Her eyes, alive with mischief,
Conceal a depth of pain beneath.
Her smile, turned upside down,
Hides insecurities, a fragile wreath.
Anger pushes others away,
A mirror to her silent despair,
Her heart seeks someone true,
Yet feels the weight of loneliness in the air.
An open book, but often dismissed.
She is the moon shining in the dark,
Thinking noone cares, her heart filled with doubt.
Yet, little did she know, in the night sky, countless stars quietly shine,
Hiding,but ever-present,
Waiting to show her ,she is not alone, she is divine.
