After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul

After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul, She had secrets hidden in the corners of her mind, shadows she never revealed; Her gaze never matched the smile that seemed painted on her face, She wrote words no one read, lost in time and space, Cried silently in bathrooms, with the faucet running, hiding her tears, She dreamed of becoming a woman no one would try to fix or change. But the world didn’t want that, it sought something else, a face easier to decipher, The world wanted subtlety, sensuality, a presence that would disrupt the silence, So she played the role, dressed in the cloak of appearances society demanded, Until someone fell in love with the mask and killed the girl hidden beneath. In the depths of the soul, where dreams and reality blend like a river of shadows, She remains, an echo of a world that never understood her complexity, A soul floating among the stars, seeking its place in the boundless universe, Her memory remains a symbol of the misunderstood, of those who dream beyond.