The gal on outside is there for everyone
At any hour, time or day
But on inside the same girl
is searching for a companion to play..
She lives with a personality
That everyone envies..
But there are days when
She cant even smile with ease..
On outside, she is the gal of
dreams and aspirations..
But on inside she is confused
With her grief and depressions..
She is lost like a star
in the endless night sky,
But her chirping is felt
As the cuckoos flying by…
Her eyes usually say , much more than it is said..
The girl with a constant feeling,she is better off dead..