She's smiling but crying,
She's vocal but silent,
She's hyper but weak,
She's good but bad.
She's singing cheerful songs but she's in misery,
She acts as cool as ever but is unlively,
She's got a fierce look but definitely calm,
She's invulnerable they say but is always fragile.
She's good at creating fashion,
Her friends admire her a lot,
She's been praised by everyone,
No matter how humble she may got.
She pleases almost everyone,
But can't please her own self,
She doesn't even know what's missing,
Until a certain someone will come to fill.
She's good at hiding almost everything,
Wearing a mask which is long-lasting,
You'll never see she's unhappy,
Until tears stream down her face.
She can be seen at one corner,
Staring blankly at space,
I can't say how she looks like,
For I just see my own face.
It is raining lots of oxymoron And I see clearly how you are. I think one needs a keen pair of eyes to see who you really are.
Thanks! They sometimes notice what's really visible. Not minding that what's invisible is also important. Sometimes, what's invisible is more important.
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An insightful introspection, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in beautiful poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Noren.