Mirrors of the Soul
Tear drops roll down her nose.
She cries in grey corners,
Where no one would ever want to go.
She sits and stares and stares and sits
For hours and hours to come,
Hoping for some solemn? bliss.
If you follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chin.
Years upon years,
Of letting them win.
And her eyes tells story,
A story of anger and pain.
Do you think she's? really happy?
Oh! Look again
Can't you see the pain.
And the scars of her past,
Hidden right under her clothes.
Are only blur road maps,
What no one cares to know.
Now her smile is only painted bright,
She is a master of disguise.
Now do you still see it alright?
Then look a little closer.
Only then you'd know the truth behind,
Her tired dreamy blue eyes.
Copyright © Verena Vaz | Year Posted 2017
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