She

Everyday she reads through the lines Of her own dream land She escapes a sign full of ease And consoles her soul everything would be fine Everytime she dooms down and loses her hope To her own dissolving dark self She stands up again weak Yet ready to cope Whenever the world let's her down Even in pain she fights With adoring her own flaws She perfectly dresses her pride crown Each moment she is in despair She searches for comfort And smiles even when She has nothing but her simplicity to share Everytime she is deafted She rises up once more Only to comprehend Her own loving self to be beautifully crafted