She looks gloomy
She looks catchy
But wait, what?
She is shallow inside
She is broken inside
She is wrenched,
Even if she says I'm okay
It doesn't mean she is.
Even if she Smiles
It doesn't mean she does.

In the darkest of nights.
She cries so loud
She keeps a hand
On corners of the mouth
So to make it dull that it
Never raches the crowd.

Yes, she is all around there, laughing
She is dancing
She is singing
She sighs so deep
She wanted to leave
But she cannot,
Becoz she has got agreements
She has got to please everyone
She has to be a friend of everyone.

Can a day come
When she is not mum
She speaks her heart out loud
Confronts everyone
Who treated her unsound.
I hope, we hope
Ya everyone hopes so.

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