Life as she knows it,
is a good life,
but no life at all
why is so much expected of her?
she only has one chance,
one chance to fix it all
the world is pulling her down
defying her beliefs,
with a profound frown
as days go by,
her strong friendships
are nothing more than a growing distance fading in the wind
walking the streets,
the piercing eyes she feels,
can see right through her
always in the hole
getting bigger and deeper,
she fights
she struggles....
to stay alive
to become stronger
to try harder
to have her voice heard
to vanquish her trepidation....
