She was lost
In so many different ways
Her eyes as heavy as rocks
The words stucked in her lips
Finding her voice was war
For she was known
Not for what she possessed
But as a tender and delicate being
Yet she never let what they say
Weigh her down
Even when her heart seems shallow
Or the whispers becomes loud
Her expression is beyond
Everyone but anyone
The thought of her pain strengthened her
© Quin Ary Mark