The Martyr
She was always happy
Like she would always laugh easily.
They think that she's crazy
But they don't know that she's just lonely.
She hid her feeling
And it made her feel crushing.
She's never seen broken
And until now she's uneven.
She eased the pain
Like she's not sane.
She was a martyr
Yet she never surrendered.
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A Roadtrip In Mind
PoezieThis is a work of POETRY. Take a step on the road of "how i see EVERYTHING." Beware of the mispelled words, wrong grammar and/or diction. Thanks!
