Ashamed

The face is hidden,

Ashamed of being opened.

Every contour of her visage shows no confidence.

Every gesture signals her weakness.

Low self-esteem covers her persona.

Ashamed of what?

Silence screams!

Ashamed of whom?

Tears flow.

Aloofness devours her being.

 

(One little girl inspired me to write this poem. I didn’t even know her name. Waaah!:)

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