She is complicated,
She is different, a puzzle indeed.
She is an enigma, impossible to fathom.
There is a commotion inside her,
Why ? she doesn't know.
She was dwelling inside a box,
A box that labeled who she was.
She finds her mind shackled.
She has thousands of people around her ,
Still she feels alone.
Her body ache with loneliness.
Every night she cries and cries,
Every morning you find her with a smile.
She is all shattered, still not dead inside,
She is living,
She is surviving,
She is existing.
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