Confident on the outside
Nervous on the inside
The shoulder for another to lean
Only supported by a fragile brace
Raging emotions
Buried beneath the softest voice
A problem solver
Lost in her own riddle
One that dries up the tears of others
But is soaked in her own
The toughest warrior
With open wounds under her armor
The receiver of broken souls
And the giver of hugs
She is the perfect woman
But that is only in the eyes of all
Deep down within her
She is still trapped and tangled by insecurity
No one can see
No one knows
Sometimes all she needs is just a hug
Or a smile
A simple hello
Or ‘how are you’
Oh, but how these are rare to a woman like she.
February 22, 2016
-Hally-
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