She was brave, fierce and strong 

The kind of girl, about whom 

They write those beautiful songs.

The kind of girl who didn’t mind 

Being alone at all. 

The kind that didn’t want anyone 

To catch her when she falls. 

She put on her best make up 

A face so stern

For the world and it’s cruelty 

She did early learn.  

She pretended to be complete 

In need of no one.

But her puffy eyes, 

Tell you otherwise. 

The picture in her drawer, 

She hides so well

The name she whispers 

The tears she shed

Underneath all this facade 

Once you get to know her, 

Her heart’s made of glass.  
Copyright  (c) Sneha P 


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