She's lonely; she's depressed
She's hesitant to get out of bed,
And face the cruel world everyday.
A world that is ready to pounce on
her-
Unfriendly and inconsiderate.
In the beginning she used to feel alone and weak;
But now she's strong-
Strong enough to flash a smile,
One that outshines her misty eyes-
To bite her lips and go on
through life
As if nothing had happened.
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A/N
This my first poem, actually.
I wrote it when I was thirteen, and hence the weirdness here. :)
By the way, ever heard of the Semicolon Project? Today when I was typing out the poem here, I decided to put a semicolon at the end of the first line of the third stanza, intentionally, for that reason.
Do tell me how you felt on reading the poem. Would love to know.