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Forgotten Mist

She moved swiftly and elegantly 

but little did they know that there was a burden on her shoulders

 which made her footsteps more suppressed than it sounded.

She laughed, smiled with every feature illuminating the room

but little did they know that her eyes

had a whole another story trying so hard not to pour out.

She slept alone in a lonesome apartment

but little did they know she cried at night 

letting herself believe that the hands on her mouth would muffle every speech.

She drew the blinds with a familiar force

but little did they know that she made up her walls the same way,

walls plastered with shining and shimmering glass

allowing everyone to see what they wanted to see.

She bit her lower lip

which was considered attractive

but little did they know 

she was holding herself from breaking down there and then.

She played with her fingers like a pro-gamer with a controller

but little did they know that the tensioned strings of her heart 

were trying to break apart which made her twitch so much.

She tapped her heel so often like she had ADHD

but little did they know that those taps were the seconds she counted 

until those numbers would cease to increase but outside she said," A force of habit.."

She faked her way through

a dedicated adherent of the of the saying, "Fake it till you make it."

and she did make it or...made it.

She made everyone believe that the girl she looked like was the girl she is

until she couldn't figure herself out ,

until everything she did , she said 

was drowned in the pits of oblivion

until she wasn't a "she",

just forgotten mist.

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I hope you have made it till here. I just wanted to explain why I have given the poem's title as "Forgotten mist", because, well, mist means -in exact words of an Oxford dictionary- ' A thin cloud of tiny water droplets that makes it difficult to see' and "her" soul was that of a mysterious being, it was over layered and no one seemed to notice it or gave enough attention needed to patiently wait for "her" to be clear. At the end, it was hopeless to wait and her mist equivalent to her soul was more or less forgotten due to deprivation of the one thing needed the most in a living being's life i.e. love=attention. I hope it makes sense. Ciao!