I've created a character,
And she is perfect
Strong, beautiful, talented, invincible.
But that character is only the one out of the two. It's the one that can be showned to the world.
The second is the one late at night. Alone, sufficating from the pain that she brings on to herself. The one that locks herself in her own room, shuts, the curtains, and hides, ashamed of who she is. And that's the problem.
One day she is going to be exhausted from hiding herself, being isolated takes so much work. She is going to claw herself through the skin of little miss perfect. And everyone's going to see her. And at that moment she will realize.
That she's the only one, that will truly be by her side, til the day she dies.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
