The way she looks at her reflection.
A feedback of shimmer around the corner.
She is undeniably beautiful.
But she is torn from her own thoughts.
She is not well-made as a structure.
She is afraid to be shattered into pieces.
Crying deep inside with unsaid feelings.
A little worry she thought it will eventually disappear.
They say, “make mistakes, perfection is a fiction”
Her smile is a facade of happiness.
And just being tired surrounded by unreal elements.
She has to leave without hesitation.
She’s waiting for a just reason.
Honestly, she doesn’t have to create her own argument.
A release from a deep sigh.
She wants to see her real smile.
A smile that touches her soul.
A smile without hidden agenda.
A smile that will keep her through until the dark night.
She is currently on her lowest degree.
And figuring out where to flee.
But don’t worry she will continue to be brave.
Negativity becomes rampant she will never be a slave.
She will carry herself with an assumption that her smile is a lethal weapon.