She

Thousands of people around and yet she was alone, people kept coming and going but she stayed there in a corner waiting, waiting for what, even she didn't know.

A strong and bold persona form she showed which inside was more broken into pieces than a shattered mirror. A big, beautiful smile, making her shield, she always wore which added a shine to wherever she went, without letting any single moment being dull, she hid her tears in her eyes, filled with millions of stories of hers, her pain in her heart and her bruises on her body which got carried to her soul.

Colours she filled in the lives of others, wonder she knew which colours her life had. Her tongue spoke, words that the world wanted to listen, but the deep secrets within her heart were stored. She just gets into her shell, in her own space and there she stands in front of the mirror and asks herself pouring her heart out, if what she is doing is what she wants, if it is the right thing for her, if she is going on the right track, if it gives her the happiness she was looking for, what does her heart want, what does life want from her, whom does she want to live for, herself or the people who are part of her or the world, what is she here for, if this is the way she wants to breathe...

Meanwhile her eyes which were empty and dry two minutes before were now red with tears rolling down her cheeks, showing the pain and the grief her body, her heart, her soul were mourning...

She never says what she is going through, every sense of her is numb and yet overactive. The world sees her smiling, talking, laughing, breathing, seeing her in her body, yet no one knows that she, whom they see is not there, she is all dead, there's nothing left of hers in her own, all of her is caged and bruised and burnt, and yet she is breathing, she is living, she is being... She... Herself..