She looked at the ground before her eyes,
Just so they cannot see her as she cries.
Because storms pass and oceans turn,
But people seldom ever learn.
She is expected to be this way,
Never changing a thing each day.
Living her life as the world decides,
With no true heart in which she can confide.
It is easy to label someone for what they seem,
To give them a character, setting, or theme.
Yet your judgments are rarely true,
But that is what you're supposed to do.
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