I'm her own unique way, she's an artist,
Not the one known by many but the one who only her know about,
She's the one without any fans or anyone supporting her,
She's different from the rest and her story is her motive,
Even though she dies a little each day she performs her art, she sometimes hope that one day she'll end it,
The pattern of parallel lines, some faint yet some are pronounced,
They also vary in their length, and even though sometimes she hates looking at her piece of art,
She knows that it defines who she is and where she comes from,
She knows that people would judge her if they ever saw it, therefore she hides it from everyone,
Although all her lines have been horizontal, she's soon to draw a vertical ones,
And her piece of art will be done and that's when everyone will know about it
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Poetry Is Therapy
PoetryI just recently started to share my work as a growing poetess and this will just have love poems ranging from heartbreak to happiness and a lot other poems about life. I'm not really a great writer and will purely appreciate your constructive critic...
