In response to the prompt Original
Greeting here and there,
Smiling to anyone, everywhere.
An everyday smile which reaches her ears,
Hidden beneath them is sorrow and tears.
Each day, each smile,
is just painted for a while,
Whenever there are “alone” times,
Try to listen and you will hear her cries.
She’s not perfect as what it seems,
There’s something missing that she feels.
Those joyful greetings and warm welcomes she give,
Are one of the biggest lies where she lives.
She’s afraid to be true to herself,
Cruelty of the world can broke her like a thief,
She can’t be original, she’s a fake.
A thought running on her mind which she’s trying to take.
Staring at the window,
looking for someone in the dark meadows.
Waiting for that person who can remove her mask,
Show them her true self beneath the mask.