Simply unique, hard to explain,
bites her lips hard to feel the pain.
Swallows lost words she wants to say,
her thoughts run wild in distinct ways.
Wears a fake smile, like many do,
yet her heart always remains true.
Performs her part, forces a laugh,
keeps her eyes focused on her path.
They see her fall, she has breakdowns,
then stands up proud, to face the crowd.
She has a flair, inwardly twirls,
while being seen as a plain girl.
Her deep cuts bleed like everyone,
plants blissful seeds til hurts gone.
After she leaves her essence stays,
beautiful soul brightens each day.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #215 hosted by Fandango
