Jul 20, 2020
"Between the corners
of her chest is a shipwreck,
drown in the madness
of caged self.
She is chained, tangled in
the forest of isolation.
Her eyes are the symbol of
a broken diamond.
She's a daughter of
the moon, at night she wails
and she crumbles.
In her battles
she never win, it's her enemy
who keeps on winning.
The monster cannot be seen,
in her head is where
it's living. Her smile was
never bright, her laughter
was never genuine.
That girl who lived on pretence
will soon end the sentence."