She’s been seeking too much
Frustration dawns her when there’s vagueness
One day, she was so sure of herself
The next day, she felt like a stranger
in someone else’s body.
I looked at her in the mirror
Yet all I can see is a tangible figure
— with a shadow overhead and
a rainbow smile in the crowd.
She didn’t noticed
the dark patterns she left every day.
The way she explains herself to almost everyone
Because that’s the way she like to be defined.
To constantly prove herself to society,
it deteriorates her sanity.
Her mind is a jungle and
the wildlife inside it were fighting.
People never saw the chaos inside her head.
She dressed and act normal but inside she is scathed
by her own self nagging.
She is her own critic. Her own hater.
She never saw that she wakes up and walks with her own enemy.
And it was her daily struggle to not think
that she only belongs to
the land of the misfits.