In a world of fakeness
She stood there, real but fragile.
She questioned everything, her thoughts were agile.
She was a delight in the day but then came the night.
And instead of black all she saw was white.
Thoughts came and went
Entangling her reality with her fantasy.
Though it was her escape, it was a fatality.
She suffered day and night in vain
Begging silently for someone to ease her pain.
She worked consistently through all ups and downs
Sometimes with a fake smile, sometimes with a real frown.
But still all she knew was to run away from clowns.
She never once tried to face them, all she did was hang around bloodhounds.
Who fed off her jealousy and fear.
And even though she was real.
She accepted with a tear.
That the eternal goodbye was near.
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About Her...
RandomWhen people say I talk too much. I transfer my thoughts onto pages. Well in this case, an orange app.
