Hysteria

The princess of her own kingdom
She's made of her own foibles
The aesthete of every gusto of life
She knew how to prettify every bit of it.
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The rhythm of drip on someone's cheeks
Synchronized with her every heartbeat
A fragile glass heart she had
In which flowed a river of wit.
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Then it so happened all of a sudden
Herself she was abducted from
When the reverie broke, the gauze showed her
And the world took its loyal form.
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But this loyalty broke her from within.
She then had to confront a world
Which she had never ever seen.
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The fake visages and the abhorring circumstances
Transformed the tranquil her into an abandoned one.
But losing hope wasn't at all her intention
With the fibres of sorrow, a new fortune she had spun.
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She was lonely but not alone
Because she had her loneliness
Nothing stayed with her to lose
So she had just no stress.
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She swallowed the tantrums
All at once!
From the bitterness of life
She prepared the julep of it.
HER hysteria GROOMED HER FROM WITHIN,
HER hysteria WAS TACIT...

-Shaheeba