a c c e p t a n c e
No one talked to her nowadays,
nobody at all.
Finding friendship was like finding her way through a maze,
every turn she took, she could feel herself fall.
Yet she put on her armour,
She could feel herself slipping away,
farther and farther down the drain
It made sense now, life is just a play,
sometimes you cry, sometimes you dance in the rain.
she had to move on.
And So she faced the world coldly,
almost like loving herself was a crime.
For she knew she didn't like being lonely,
but she also knew she was lonely most of the time.
-To knowing and accepting
