She was a broken girl in a whole big world, forced to do things against her will by society. She had been through the horrifying landscape of pain way too many times, and she thought there was no other way, but to blend in. They were changing her. She was becoming mean, heartless and fake. She was forcing herself to do what everyone else did. The tiny part of her mind that screamed, 'no!', was beginning to disappear. She was becoming a completely different person. That mask she had put on,was starting become her face. And because of society, she changed to the extent that she didn't know who she was anymore. She was plastic.
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The Real World
PoetryLike a Phoenix, her hope helped her rise from the ashes after every fall.