HIDDEN TRUTH

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Pale,

No tears,

No emotions

 

Stiff,

Standing still,

Occasional smiling,

Frequent hiding

 

She had built herself,

And broke down her walls

 

But all those who came running in,

Were simply the wrong kind of people

 

They told her she was worthless,

They avoided her like a diseases,

And they only needed her,

When they needed someone to look down upon and to despise,

They taught her to hate herself,

And she accepted it

 

She tried to be strong,

But deep down she knows,

The strength she tries to show,

Is a mask for depression,

That she thinks will be her ruin

 

She wants to fight,

Yet she asks herself,

‘How many times,

Will I have to say,

I’ll put on a fight,

Just one more time’

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Rebirth

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She was once a tiny plant,

With flowers blooming

 

As she grew,

She got trampled and stepped on,

Weeds grew around her,

She stopped getting her sunlight and water,

She had stones and cement thrown around her

 

With time she grew weaker,

And lay down looking like she had died,

Deep inside,

She felt like it was over

 

But with time,

Her little portion of sunlight,

The little water she got,

Made her fight just a little

 

Before she knew it,

She was up,

She started to rise again

 

She once was a flower that could only grow in soil,

But she now learnt how to maneuver and grow between stones