Her laugh is loud, you can see how wide her open mouth
Her eyes looked at everyone, approaching who needs warmth
But her husband will take hid her at the back of their comfort room
To soothe her because there's feelings she doesn't know where it roamed
Her hands offered everyone, took everything
Even the things that shouldn't have been in
The pills, the ecstacy, everything to make her happy
Until it freezes her, since then, her lifes became a nest of misery
She cannot take care of her child right, but bothered with the girl's attitude
Because she knows, looking at the child's eyes, mirroring hers, she's afraid she might not find solitude
Just like how she find nothing in her life that shouts she has everything
A house, a husband, a child, money, friends, freedom, but her hearts' wondering
Where is her peace of mind singing at the back of her beer?
Humming, find me, find me, in this noise, I'm here
Then she tried to speak, to find it, people was silent when she stood up
For she was tired, pretending it was all right
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
