She tried alot to figure out what it was,
It felt like nothing but it was,
Sunken eyes and shattered dreams was all what the face showed,
But that was not the truth.
She wanted a life of an extraordinary person,
But finally she figured out she was just an ordinary one,
That could do nothing in life.
She has no goal on where to go,
She has no clue on what to do.
What she does know is,
She just has to go on.
That's all what she really knows.
She knows she'll never be good enough to be a successful person,
Because the zeal to earn something in life is not there.
They say something is wrong with her,
Even she says something is wrong with her,
But what nobody knows is that even she doesn't know what is wrong?
Or there is nothing really wrong
It's just her anxiety playing a different game with her again.
It's just her demons trying to kill her again,
And she is letting them.
She gave in to the demons and now they are eating her alive again with insecurities,
She tried so hard to erase,
Her imperfections that she finally accepted,
And her fate.
But they can't handle that,
The demons are cruel,
They can't see her happy,
They have to destroy her happiness,
And she let's them,
Because she gave in.
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A Girl With A Dream
PoetryJust little snippets of how my mind works sometimes... I sometimes write with food on my mind and relate it to life.