zefa

She seeking for some help.
          Someone who can comfort her.
          Root her no matter how hard her path.
          No one. There.

Her surroundings killed her dream.
          She’s not okay to pretend to be okay.
          The society oblige her to do it.
          Now, she’s die with her dream.
          
          The girl that you see.
          It’s not her, but still her.
          If you miss her, just call her name.
          She’ll come.
          Or
          Not.