Often are the nights where she lay alone,

Thinking of the life she leads.

Wondering if the purpose will ever be known,

Or if that’s even something she needs.

Feelings of sorrow stuck inside,

Yet on the outside, a smile.

Forced, but opened wide,

A reality she cannot reconcile.

An inside and outside that do not fit–

A fraudulent case of existence.

A light inside she cannot emit,

Through great personal resistance.

Who’s to say what to do?

You are the only one who knows.

Blue could be black and black could be blue,

That’s just the way life goes.

It’s up to you my dear.

As the path of life for all,

Is to be in no way clear,

‘Tis something we all must befall.

She lifts her head,

And opens her heart.

As this whole thing, she has misread,

For this life of hers has yet to start.

Her feelings she no longer concealed,

Her smile was not fake.

The truth never need be revealed,

For she was now truly awake.

Often are the nights where she lay alone,

Thinking of the life she leads,

Armed with a purpose of her own,

Outside assent she no longer needs.

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xoxo,

♡ DD ♡

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