She didn't sink deep in despair,
When things turned wild,
She stood rigid with strength,
Her head held high with morale,
She spoke with purpose,
And worked even harder,
No one could see the cracks widening,
As she felt her soul harden,
She looked around and found no one
Who could lend her some hope,
So she carried on with pain and suffering,
And masked it all with a beautiful smile,
People chalked it up to her arrogance
and stuck up attitude,
Didn't bother to fish deeper,
She was an enigma of scars and stitches,
Bottling it up in fear of rejection,
But once she finally gathered courage
To open up to someone she liked,
And that blew up on her face,
He scrambled away from her
Screaming she was a cursed soul,
It made her hands go cold,
Now she relies only on herself.
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