She

She looked out the window,

Questioning everything as she knew it.

The hurt in her eyes was clear,

But everyone was oblivious around her.

 

She trudged through the pain,

With a smile on her face,

With dreams in her head,

With demons in her brain.

 

She tried to be strong,

Not just for herself.

She didn’t try to sound broken,

But she did anyway.

 

If you were to meet her,

On a good day at that.

She would have swept you off and

Would have given you a new view on life.

 

“Why is she hurt?”, this is the question you asked,

She waves it off by silently whispering no through her mask.

 

The demons run wild and free,

Tearing down her paradise.

But she didn’t complain, she just stood,

Bearing it ‘til the end of time.

 

“It’s a new day”, she reminded herself,

“How is it new?”, they asked.

“You meet the same people and feel the same pain.

You want to be somewhere else at every time of the day.”

 

A heartless corpse, a mindless man,

With a sullen attitude and a broken hand,

With a special someone, crazy and experienced at that,

This is what she wants even when she smiles.

 

She misses the old days,

Where she didn’t have a care.

Where life was an adventure,

And the world her lair.

 

They say, you get what you wished for,

But she didn’t ask for this.

The dullness, the agony,

The overthinking and the hate.

 

She closes her eyes to escape the demons,

But she can’t sleep.

The doom, the failure is all she sees,

And all she’ll ever be.

 

Her dreams are haphazard, sad at best,

She relives a life of cruel fate.

She tortures the poor guy way past his limit,

With scratches she bolts up from her cozy bed.

 

In reality she is just a sweetheart,

She will never let you feel blue.

But she is forever confused,

In this world of commitments that ensue.

 

You’ve got to meet this girl of hate,

She’s a perfect example of black and white.

She also highlights the greys of life,

And lives those greys like the darkness tonight.