Sensitive

She’s a tear-up More than her friends When she watches a moving movie Everyone knows where she’s been Her eyes are dry But a little red too But after a tear drop here and there She’s brand new Now laughter is her medicine And she’s never ill She’s too busy rejoicing And laughter is her pill Being sensitive is her utmost feminine side She may be adamant about her beliefs But injustice and brutality Makes her weak Be it on screen or life She digs deep inside To find answers To end strife Which speaks to her soul So soft and bold And opens the gates to her feelings Though she never loses control She may exude some hardness on the outside For protections' sake But in the inside she's soft as a light bulb Every night and day