Simple Human

Carrying their burdens .her back wears
Torn of distress her face adapts to the tears...
Raped by dishonesty and molested by lies
She can't inhale anymore
Congested with failure
She feels like the world can't offer her wat she wants...
Is real to much to ask for?
Does pure exist?
She feels like the universe is incapable of donating her wat she needs...
Is truth to much to ask for?
Does clarity exist?
Ripped of confusion and in search for true frienships...
She finds herself barren...empty . Dry....in a dessert of disadvantages...
where all take advantage of her
Afraid to say NO ...
she does favors for everyone in hope that one day they will
be a crutch in disparity..
But ofcourse this is an illusion of goodness ..a realm of hope...an innacurate confession
Stepping all over this young girl they forget that she's a person...
they forget that she bleeds  ...
they seem to have forgotton that she is human...
But its all her fault...
she's created these wombs and now reeps the consequences of these
raw sutures..
She does not let her gaurd down...
she does not allow the sun to dry her heavy
tears...
she does not let the camera n people capture a frown..s
she's adapted to Fake and has found comfort in it's hidings ...a
nd she has not let the people know she is someone .
..one day..
one day she might pick up by hand.. every seed
of pride possible and be proud...one day she might tell the world she is more
than an everlasting artificial smile...
she is a flawed woman..
..she is  Olivia