She is sane
No matter what the society says;
If anything,
They are one's who have lost their minds.
She ran.
She has fought battles,
not necessarily won them,
didn't come out stronger
but reshaped,
even if deformed
but with experience.
She is sane
No matter how trapped she feels.
If anything,
She is braver in pretense.
She can survive
the sticks and stones and the often thrown words,
the nonsensical fears and a bucket full of tears
...right?
No, no, no.
She is sane
No matter how much she trembles.
If anything,
She is terrorised by a faceless emotion.
She clears her head,
her heart is not dead.
She has compassion
maybe she will survive this oppression.
Though she has no means of defence
she'll stand still in the storm of their offence.
She is sane
No matter how fragile she is.
If anything,
She doesn't have a heart of stone.
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The Truths of a Liar
Şiir"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
