Soulful brown eyes
Skin softly soothed in cocoa butter
Her lostness in disguise
Is a sign of control
She takes all as is handed
With a great head on her shoulders
Focused on positive energies
Knowing beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Aware that some will come
And most shall go
A few will stay
But the rest she has yet to know
She works hard
Committing herself to all she prioritizes
Fear is an illusion
She herself can justify this
Mind goes blank
Then thoughts run wild
Refusing to sink
In a pool of negative energy and a world so vile
Notes floating in the air
Sounds that bring solace
This she goes to in despair
When she's her only opponent
Beauty hand in hand with intelligence
Talented with potential
Anxiety continues to work its hands
And her
Her life we would never know
