The main problem is that she cares too goddamn much.
So much so that people say she's pretending. Honestly, why would she waste her breath, her words, her heart, for pretense?
Everynight, her pillow soaks in tears which everyone thinks are pretense.
A simple sentence is mistaken for flirtation.
Is it her tone? Should she lower it down a pitch?
It is her words? Should she mild down the vocabularies?
Exhaustion from society's criticism, the concern, care, genuinety, slowly breezes away from her soul. Turning her into a stone.
She comes and goes with eyes speaking nothing,
She eats little to nothing, thinking maybe people don't like her because she's fat.
When in fact, her cheekbones jut out, beautifully,
But isn't that what society wants?
For beauty to be in the form of sickly?
-LovableConundrum
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