You always see her jolly side,
But you don't see her hidden desires,
Her hidden tears behind those eyes,
Because what you see is a lie.
When she's at home,
She always stay at her dim room,
Staring at the four corners of the wall,
Crying silently, hugging her pillow
Thinking when all of this ends.
Broken mirror,
She looks at herself daily
But her uncertainty increase immensely
'Out of shape', 'fat' and 'ugly'
Those words was still in her memory.
She woke up early like nothing happened,
She's going to wear that mask again,
Not to be recognize that she's in pain,
And pretend that everything is okay.
She's still in the process of searching
Finding her way to that real happiness,
Finding the place where she really belongs,
And fix that broken piece.
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Poetry Collection
RandomWriting is an art, pen is my sword and the speaker of my HEART. Because I can use it to MAKE YOU... or ...BREAK YOU...
