All this while making futile efforts to hide the broken parts,
She got lost in her own dark world that tore her apart.
The fear that someone else in incapable of loving what is less than perfect tantalizing her,
Hiding concealing her scars, she faced the perils,acting as if normal the situations were.
What you see outside is a strong, swith, stimulating girl,
Who tries to be perfect, proficient and infallible in every curl.
The charming face never let's the fears behind to come out,
And that's why even with all her imperfections she is perfect and stout.
-KASHISH MENDIRATTA
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