She is the girl who always smiles
She wears her heart out like a dime
Only she doesn’t exist, or does she?
If she didn’t though, how could she be?

She is drowned by her companions
Repressed like every human's shadow
Hidden under a carpet, like dust waiting to be swept away
Wagging wars between her flaws, fears, and insecurities.

She doesn’t talk much, only she writes
She writes to exist, to keep the pain away
She writes to be heard but you gotta truly read
She writes to stop herself from being just a dream.

Dream of being an anonymous poetess,
Not to earn compliments,
Not to gain popularity,
And not for her self-interest,
But to give strength and her help:
To give her shoulder when needed,
To show her love when someone wasn't feeling it,
To help them fight when they were giving in,
And to make them laugh when they losing it.

She writes because if she didn’t, she’d go mad
She has too many thoughts too many words
So much she wishes to be but cannot succeed
She writes to fit in, to continue the facade
She writes because she has to be strong for her friends.

She writes because every day she looks at herself
She sees a failure, a skank, an idiot
She writes because she can never heal, she can only act
She writes because no one would understand.

She exists because she writes
She writes to continue existing
She would be but a memory if the ink never flowed
She is the girl that hides yet the one who loves to help those who are in need through poetry.



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