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I am looking into her eyes,

And what I see is so different than it used to be,

They are carrying so much pain,

Her struggles to laugh heartily, all in vain.

She gets complimented for her beauty ,

But what I am seeing is so ugly,

She seems tired, 

But why can't they see it, if it seems so obvious?

Are people blind?

Or is she so good at lying?

I hate how loud her dark eyes scream ,

Yet gets stifled inside this screen,

And fail to reach the crowd;

I wanna hate her for being stupid times and times again,

To let herself get exploited , until she's vain,

But I still love her for being so brave,

Of sharing her heart in a world of Graves ,

Love is what she craves,

Or just a form of assurance ,

I tell her it'll all be fine,

But she has been there a more than few times,

To believe fine isn't a lie,

She wanna write,

But her hands are caught;

She wanna draw,

But they stole her crayons;

She wanna dance,

But her feets are tied;

So she hides, 

Such that no one finds;

But while hiding,

She loses herself,

And just wishes to be found,

You ask, why don't I help?

I wish I could hug her

But I only see her in the mirror.

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A/N:

This one was the last for this book,  for other poetries check out my second book "Poetry of a soul" I hope you like that too❤