She wakes up and she makes up
Covering all the flaws of nature
Her agony you cannot see
Turning her face into one filled with glee
Her scars are concealed underneath her coat
The muscle which protect her heart must have worn out
In and out bullets flew in no particular order
Just like others, her Knight in armour pierced another blade through her already bleeding heart.
Her reflection tells her to quit
Its not worth it
All this pain she holds
Everyday she woke up to a new hope
Everyday a new shade of disappointment arose
The battle in her for esteem and worth only her understood
Finally, she grabbed the silver blade
Deciding there is strength in fading and not waiting for tomorrow's disappointment