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...