A perfect smile plastered on her face
She looked fine, good, and better than anyone.
She carried a handkerchief to dry everyone's tears
Her warm hug and laughs to make you smile
A great listener to everyone's cries and woe
Yet in dark midnight, her shell shattered to pieces
She talked to herself and stared at the sky
Praying that everyone will heal before herv
Slowly, the pain peeled off her identity
She cried infront of everybody
The thick walls have crumbled under her knees
The smile vanished along the people that forget
As it occured to her, "I am not a heroine"
Cause sometimes a heroine itself can't help herself.



© jyannu