poetry, writing


She walked with downcast eyes

Everywhere she went.

Her lips were not curved,

Neither a smile nor a frown.

She moved with attitude

Emanating from her soul.

But she had been marred by life

And her story was sad and beautiful

All at the same time.

However, she kept it inside,

Letting demons feast on her soul,

While struggling to find her light.

Unable and unwilling to ask for help.

Pushing away those who loved her so.

Will she learn before its too late?

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