Torn or Strong
Stuck they think she is and can’t get out,
Tired of fighting; neither she’ll give up, nor she’ll shout.
Scared they think she is, scared of things,
But it’s the person within who’s scary- she thinks.
What’s wrong, what’s broken- who knows?
Weakness, sadness – who shows?
Moon remains the only eye-witness of her sorrow,
A cover of fake smile, she’ll be wearing tomorrow.