I'm just a girl, so they say
Tongue-tied and hesitant, they portray
"I don't trust easily," is what they assume
But really, I've been burned before, too many times to resume.
I was once a girl who found joy in small things
Photography was my passion, it gave me wings
Studying was never my cup of tea
Running and chasing butterflies, that was the real me.
I remember the days I spent in the meadow
The trouble was worth it, the feeling, a true echo
Of pure bliss and freedom, unadulterated
A feeling that my present is so regulated.
But now, I'm a girl who spends her days alone
With no one to ask if the pain has flown
I cry out for help, but no one hears
My anguish and despair, now my only peers.
It's a pain that's with me, day and night
A burden that's become a part of my sight
But still, I carry on, stronger than before
Determined to rise up, and soar.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
