She was unbreakable

Nothing fazed her

She was alway smiling

And everyone knew her name


That quirky tilt of her head

Always arguing with herself

And that black sweatshirt whe always wore

Even in the summer


She claimed she never got hot

But the sweat on her brow

suggested otherwise

And yet, you just shook your head

And called her crazy (with a smile)


No one noticed


And as you passed by

Staring at her drained body

That no amount of makeup could fix

You wonder how you ever thought

She was unbreakable

This poem is about: 
Our world


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