The shadow is her home,
Where no light has ever shone,
Where she talks to herself all alone,
Where to danger she is prone.
People around her are callow,
Their souls were hollow.
They judge her bizarre personality,
But she has a unique quality.
Caring side behind her awful eyes,
She will comfort you if you're sad,
She will silence all your cries,
So you will always be glad.
"Hey, I'm here!" She would scream,
And she would always beam.
For the others she was unseen,
Her problems are always clandestine.
A smile she wears as a mask,
So no one would dare to ask,
"How are you?"
But she's sad as blue.
A peculiar girl to their eyes,
But all she needs is tranquility.
Indeed, she is filled with lies,
But all she feels is vacivity.
She screamed,
No one heard her.
She cried,
No one comforted her.
Now you will only see her at dark,
Her darting eyes will melt you,
You will disappear part by part,
Until your life will run out of hue.
An aeviternal memory of suffering,
A huge grudge she's keeping.
From people who kept on ignoring her,
But all she needs is a simple prayer.
ⓒ Antarestic
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