Wounded was she

Happiness was just a promise.
Which was never bestowed to her.
She wounded herself,
By walking into life,
She never wished to lead.
Her dreams shattered, in time.
Her peace turned into chaos.
Her anguish went unnoticed.
Nothing remained the same.
Even she changed.
Into someone,
Even her reflection distanced with.
Her image reflected stubbornness…
But there she was harrowing with pain within.
Her scars remained.
Untouched and unwavering.
Like her soul…
She lost herself,
To bring in happiness for the other.
Who loved her for not what she was.
But what they wanted her to be.
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TheChaoticPoetess
#sreepriyawrites #thechaoticpoetess #pain #herstory #she #sheisstrong

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