Who am I?
Everyday she asks herself,
In the depths of her soul,
Where no light dwells,
Her heart hides in opaque thickness,
In fear in sickness,
With silence in pain,
And all efforts in vain,
Humans of the light,
Leave her broken in day,
Disappointment sings lullabies every night,
Deafening sound in her ears,
Ask her pillow,
About her tears,
You'll know she's been weeping,
Secretly for years,
She smiles ear to ear,
But never complains,
Her mind a canvas,
With unanswered questions bepaint,
A shadow in the crowd,
A shadow with pride crowned,
This is the story,
Of the happy girl you found.
