In the dark she hides, in the truth she lies.
In love she runs, in sadness she dies.
“Do I have a home in this system?”
(Affected by the unknown?)
In blood she finds home, in sorrow she finds truth.
In death she lingers, in happiness she cries.
“Do I deserve anything that I receive?”
(Afflicted by deathly pain?)
“Maybe my letters are best unsent,
maybe running away is my only solution.
If only I could meet their expectations.”
(Addicted to the “what if?”)
A lesson learnt in life:
“Everything she writes must be addressed to flames,
else she deserves condemnation for simply feeling.”
Yet so pure, oh a heart so pure.
She once said, “A love was given to me,
arose happiness that echoes in me eternally.”
If Beauty’s very sense of soul were to seep out,
her last words would entail—
“Oh, but what a privilege it was,
to be pained by the shards you threw”.
And yet, she is termed shallow and selfish,
nothing but self hatred where passion used to be.
By Nabarni Das
Nabarni Das is a student in 12th grade at Greenwood High International School. As a music and literature enthusiast, she aims to one day write and release her own musical albums and books. She can be reached on Instagram: @nonchalantlyher.
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