With a smile on her face,
she fights her battles everyday,
alone in the crowd,
doesn't matter if she fades away,
is she too hard to handle?,
or are you too naive to care?
doesn't matter if she's gone one day.
What's wrong with her?,
she questions quite often,
that no one in the world,
wants to be her constant,
she sees them laugh,
she sees them smile,
as the void in her heart,
grows double the time.
-what's wrong with her?
zainab
