She has seen it through all her life,
Hardships, failures, pain, everything sad.
Her magnificent work was never awarded,
Neither were her good deeds acclaimed noble.
Her thoughts were laughed at,
Her ideas always neglected,
Misunderstood as being highly ideal.
There is a whole Her world inside,
Untouched by any soul.
She felt sorry, when letting her emotions out.
There were none to listen to her,
None to lighten her pain.
She has always wore this fake smile,
Pretending everything is alright.
But her inner self knows,
she is tormented.
The good quotes irked her,
Since she has had enough of bad,
Yet, her heart always speaks of trying again and again.
It is very difficult to live as an introvert. Letting out even the plainest of emotion seems like a milestone. And this inability to communicate our emotion with others, accumulates inside as a deep hurt. There are two worlds for them, one the fake world, where they are what they exactly aren't, and their own world that nobody wants to venture into.
It also happens that when we want to spill out everything, nobody is there to talk. Directly speaking, in this populated world they are left alone, when they literally aren't.
It is upto us that we should stop judging people by mere appearance and should pay heed to them. Because for some it is really difficult to even say that they are happy.
