Combating the chaos inside,
She often fails to hide.
She is reckless and apprehensive,
Seems cruel, but, is kind.
Being mean at times, she later on repents
Tho, hurting others has never been her prime.
She’s a beauty with brain,
And, a serenity with pain.
Losing her hold over things,
She once loved and claimed.
Resorting over miracles she’s surviving,
For there are more lessons to gain.
Under the curb of Fate, having her hands tied,
She’s living large but dying inside.
By; Sara
Multan