Poem: Her

Her

May be she didn’t get enough love to give it back.
May be she was taught to be like that.
She was a blank canvas like you and I.
Somebody painted it with shades of black.
She thinks only of herself,
Cause nobody else did
When nobody stood for her,
Her soul was forced to be rigid
I’ve seen her smile, I’ve heard her sing
They both told me stories which were hidden.
Just like the coin there is side 2!
Which she prefers to not show you.
She is afraid she might break again.
She has to fight in order to stay sane.
You may call her indifferent but I think otherwise.
She found demons in disguise….

-Vritti Khawani

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