I told you “she started not to listen”.
Many people called her but they classified her “as inconsiderate”.
She tried to be quiet in a long time.
Trying to keep her passion alive and her soul intact.
Many people wanted her to be from the untold stories.
But she preferred to make her own identity.
She is the writer of her own life.
Before she said goodnight; Her pen is scribbling some plot twist.
For a long time, she followed another person’s opinion.
Fame and attention were manifest deep down her eyes.
She was a living doll;
But just like a living doll; she was lifeless.
Powerless.
Her own freedom was snatched away from her.
In exchange of validation from others.
So, she walked away from the voices outside the core.
She closed her eyes and listened on her own.
Tears fell down as she is pretty scared to voice out.
As the flame of passion arise,
and that moment she knew “the life ahead of her is going to be tough”
She grabbed her scissors and snipped any unnecessary connections.
And murmured “ I don’t care anymore”.