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There lived a girl,
Possessed of magnificent looks
But none knew her mind,
That fear overtook
She was a product of ignorance and harsh words
Just with some attention,
Her state could have been deterred
The dark violet eyes of hers,
Were empty inside
The shadows underneath them,
Contradicted her fake smiles
The smooth voice coming out of her rosy lips,
Spoke lies,
That hurt her like a whip
Most didn't notice the girl,
Who acted so feign
And those who did,
Couldn't bother to complain
Honesty was a word for her that didn't exist
All the warnings given by her mind,
Were hastily dismissed
So it moulded itself,
Into a vessel of clashing voices
About how to act the best,
It gave her plenty of choices
Was she speaking the words that others wanted to hear?
Was she dressed the way they would like her to appear?
Such questions plagued her dying spirit,
When thinking about herself,
She was a cruel critic
How would you escape the society,
To which she had to adapt,
Along with the damaged mind,
That in itself was so trapped?
-Grisha. S
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