Joy? Nah those are tears in her eyes,
The ones she desperately tries to hide, Always trying to please others,
While they do nothing but embarrass her, Strong? Oh yes,
Running alone from the demons,
Fighting them for countless reasons. Courageous? Oh yes,
The only weapon she uses,
Smiles even when she loses,
Talks to everyone even when no one bothers to listen,
Tries to be there for the people who left her alone for no reason,
Prettier than the angels of the paradise, Still degraded by the humans sitting on the coastline.
~inciya