She was the moon flower who loved sunflowers,
she urged to be different and outgrow her scars.
She walked with confidence but fear was in her heart,
since she always wonder how all were up to the mark.
The night was here peace since she was all alone,
with no facade of smile just sorrow enough to make her stone.
The world would shook in disbelief if they saw her;
broken for no reason drown in her tears.
For all they've seen her was fighting her fears.


© bhavya_sheisvintage