She lives in a world that’s quiet and small,
a place where her dreams make her feel tall.
She loves her delusion, soft like air, a world where everything feels fair.
She loves her own company, being alone,
her happiness blooms when she’s on her own.
Food makes her smile, a little delight,
her simple joys make the world feel right.
She forgets the bad when someone is kind,
like sunshine slowly calming her mind.
She’s strong inside though she never shows,
only her diary truly knows.
Every night she writes her heart,
the hidden feelings torn apart.
But she fears the world won’t understand,
so she keeps her truth in her own hand.
She dreams of someone gentle and sweet,
who brings her flowers when they meet.
The future scares her, obstacles ahead,
but the only thing she can do is hope onward.
She wants to face her problems all alone,
with just God’s blessings to guide her home.
Maybe one day her dream will come true,
someone will love her the way she never knew.
Till then she walks with hope in her eyes,
living in a world where her soft heart lies.
nice keep going ❤️