There is a unique sadness on her face
It’s broken, no one can fix it
She puts on a mask and pretend to not care
Nobody understands the trouble she has been suffixed with
She wears her arrogance as an armour
Why show the world she is hurt?
When she can easily pretend to have no emotions
A cloak of insanity she owns
Once bitten twice shy
She falls in love with her own shades at times
And when asked about the reason of her destruction
She smiles and says its because it pleases her
Love once conquered all she had
A fallen victim she was named
Then the storm came to change her course
A stone hearted person she became and it was all she chose
Nishtha Pandey
Bleeding Parchments 