She is lost, midst the illusion of good or bad; wrong or right.
There ain't any ray of hope visible to her.
Bewildered between the expectations and reality,
She's running, trying to escape with mere triviality.
Pain is deep inside the heart, but she ain't able to elucidate.
Because she has lost every hope & is tired of every god-damn debate.
She is alone, done with pseudo consolations..
not able to accept the bitter reality.
She's devastated, tired of false expectations..
She's not capable of anything,
she's a useless crap!
Her mind is full of emptiness
and she has struck herself in a trap.
Hypocrite, is the word for her
since she's a bad soul.
She tries to replicate others,
but can't even do that as a whole.
She had some magic in her hands,
which gave her every bit of freedom,
But she has lost the charm in it too,
because she's a girl very random.
She's sick of shedding tears over something she doesn't know,
there's no path she can see, through which she can at least go.
World is a cruel place, the chaos is very disconcerting.
She's all alone in this crowd, and now doesn't care whether it's even comforting.
