She was tender
Sweet
Innocent in all beauty
Strikingly calm
Mellow
She opened her closed eyes
Remembering her past
The way she was
Preventing the ever so small smile
Trying to escape her lips
And quickly changed it
To a smirk
Before anyone noticed
Tag: act
Is it me?
What is it this time?
What did I do?
Wasn’t I being sweet?
Perfect and all that you wanted
I did all that I can
Gave up my true self
Faked it
So that you would stay
I tried my best
But like everytime
You left
No reason
No message
Just like that
Is it you?
Is it me?
The way we hide
Clothed in trendy outfits
Or boring saggy clothes
Caked in tonnes of make up
Or nothing at all
Laughing with teeth within
Or tight lipped with no emotions
Talking out loud
Or hiding in the shadows
Screaming
Or silent cries
We camouflage
We mingle
That’s how we hide
She is
She never came in tiptoes
She came in
Like a raging avalanche
She never asked
Only demanded heftily
She never bothered
Only did what she pleased
She didn’t show love
She said she was a narcisist
She gave no heed to insults
She had the sharpest tongue
She never cared about beauty
She felt she was other-worldly
She never laughed or cried
She either smirked from mockery
Or yelled for answers
She was never with a crowd
She gave lot of self time
She never felt alone
Because she was alone
Irony
I tremble inside
So terribly
My emotions are in a trauma
My soul’s in a blackout
I’m smirking outside
Like I’ve got no care
And I’m incredibly strong
The irony of my subsistence
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