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.

Shreya

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