She - Poem by Danielle Marino
She loves and she cries,
She wants to kneel yet choose to rise,
She does good yet they see her bad,
Outside she’s happy, inside she’s sad.
Her heart is shattered and pained,
Her mind is broken and chained.
Thorns that twist in every quirk of lips,
Piercing all the feelings she keeps.
Music is her escape from doubts,
Writing is her form of shouts.
Laughs behind that crushed soul,
Ripped in pieces and can never be whole.
The pain of life that marked her world,
The exhausting sadness she forever hold,
The sea of tears that she weeped,
For the little love that she missed.
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