She
doesn't understand what she feels..
Because every single thought is
stirred with confusion.
Shes too lost in her imagination
to focus on reality
And she never understood who or
what she was.
She questioned things that never
had answers
And every single day she just
didn't know what to do.
She went with her instincts and
did what she thought was noble.
Her friends always understood
why she was moody
Yet she never understood it
herself.
People loved her from the first
glance
And many envied how outgoing she
was.
She felt hated while she was
cared for.
The same things were her
weakness but at the same time her
strength.
Her dreams warned her while her
conscious laughed at her
But that's what made her
so
different from the
rest.
