Her pencil can't write down what she has in mind
what passed away and what is still alive
thoughts grabbing her breath
some of what scares her to death
some issues of her life
some stuff she tries always to hide
some calls she tries to make
some shouts she makes trying to be heared
she is stuck in the dark in the middle of everything
she opens her eyes so wide but still she sees nothing
she gives her all to one special thing
if she lost it she can't even think of any one other thing
she made her world full of them
now they are leaving, leaving her nothing
she has alot that she's missing
she has many cute dresses but confusion and fear is what she's dressing
she was miss independent
now she made them decide & they're leaving she knew what she became & how dependent
she's trying to make things up
she's not asking for help, nop
she's on her way back to miss independent
any building road is never closed and hard to end
By: Hala Hash.
confused she is... thinks alot, but nothing can say.. she needs alot, , nothing she got.. amazing and penned so lovely.. keep on.. yours, , hazem al..
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she's on her way back to miss independent any building road is never closed and hard to end These; ast lines of your poems are making the theme rich and I agree with you that 'she' means a perfet humankind may never stop the advancement towards success or freedom to enjoy humanity with collective behavior... this poem is done perfectly and the logic is very encouraging and charmful... well done friend..10+++++++++