They say she's calm,they say she's kind,
A quiet smile,a thoughtful mind.
But no one sees the storms she hide
The waves that crash behind her eyes.
She draws her heart in silent lines,
Ink and colour where her soul shines
A pencil speaks what lips do not—
Each stroke a truth the world forgot.
They say,"Be this",they say,"Be more",
But never ask what she likes for.
A dream in there,so soft so small —
She hides it like a fragile wall.
She wants someone to simply stay.
No question asked,no need to say
Why joy feels distant, pain feels near—
Just someone real,who sees her clear.
She's tried of mask, of playing strong
Of fearing that she feels too wrong.
But still she rises, day by day
With all the words she cannot say.
So here's to her—the quiet light
Who draws the dark into the bright
You're not alone. You're not to much
You are enough. You're worthy of touch
🤗🤗🤗
