She seemed like an ordinary girl,
With high hopes and dreams,
Her smile unfaltering and bright,
No one knew about the darkness inside.
Past had inked her heart,
A bruise that reminded her to stay afar.
For once, she was foolish enough,
And had let her open heart be a broken heart.
She held her head high,
And, pretended that she was made of ice.
For, her heart was stabbed not once,
But until it was empty inside.
One day at a time,
She chanted, and moved on.
She pushed everyone away, no attachments,
She promised herself.
Care and concern suffocated her,
And, sweetness made her vary.
She kept searching for an ulterior motive,
And, wouldn't stop until she could think of any.
She could either be a victim, or her own superhero.
She chose the latter.
