she sits alone in a crowded room barely able to speak her mind out loud
instead, she writes it down bottling the rest down
till one day it explodes unable to take no more than the real truth is exposed
she rather stay mute and planted under her roots so she isn't overlooked
yes behind this mask that she hides behind these dark secrets, fears and
she will show no weakness inside she is broken ripped apart at the seams it will only make things worse
the only thing she trusts is some of the most important women in her life none of them even no the whole truth from begging to end they think that it's just some kind of phase
no longer you wonder why she sits in crowded room barley speaking her mind just now to go bout her day with the hope they allow her to remain ungrown till ready to come out of hiding she rests in peace waiting to be watered by mother earth above, as it rains from the clouds above god is crying with her as she griefs wishing that she could be her seed of happiness yet to be planted under the roots to the flower-like dandelion that slowly breaks apart as her silhouette dances within the breeze, waiting for the ungrown to become full-grown -
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ungrown
Poetryshe was going throgh to much she just wanted to be left alone till she was ready