She Poem by Tiya Sen

She walks through life like a zombie.
Nothing touches her, nothing reaches her.
No pain, no joy, no happiness no agony.
She levels everyone with a single look.
She can see through all the façade.
She is gossiped about behind her back,
By people who barely have the courage to know what they lack.
She is given epithets like heartless and cold,
Simply, because her sob stories remain untold.
Her face is always unfazed by any emotion,
Even though inside her only she can hear all the commotion.
She is the best epitome of the living dead.
But she never can accept being lead.
She survives day to day just like you do,
Because she knows she sees a little of her in each of you.