Her nights are plagued,
days bitter agony.
She has unsure friends,
an irresolute life.
Every thought seems possessed,
every smile unaddressed.
Her feelings void,
exploited.
Her mind races,
a million words.
Only a few she needs to hear,
un-expected.
She wonders,
antagonizing.
She looks up to you,
questioning in silence.
Is there such a thing as peace of mind?















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