Torn Poem by Layla D

Torn

Her own best friend.
Refused conversation.
From the lack of understanding.
Her feelings.
Jumbled and confusing.
No clear answer.
No easy way.
The smile.
She puts on her face.
No matter what.
Sometimes real.
Sometimes fake.
Anxiety.
It gets to her.
What will she do now.

Monday, October 28, 2024
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