⪻Poem #8⪼
Pretending is her second nature,
She grew up, knowing lying is helpful.
Nothing else can help her feel more
Safer, but she hates that at times,
She's kind of people pleaser.
However behind those doors of lies,
and filters she used;
She wish to be herself, but tearing down a huge brick wall of security,
Isn't easy-cheesy-peasy at all.
So, undying patience, please do give her.
She's a fetus inside of her white shell,
That she's trying to crack the surrounds.
And like all the other little blue birds,
She wants to be her realest color of self.
