Uncanny
Black hair covering dark thoughts
Framing an angelic face but a wild soul
Brown eyes that hide underneath
Clear and mixed up feelings
A romantic soul whose prayers
Aim to join a crew of writers
Big dreams composing her wings
While motivation is worn as her ring
Dynamic body fighting every day
Hopeless voices claiming to fade away
Invisible layers on her face
Of her night cries at her place
Holding her morning smile as her shield
And dressed in an armor of kindness
She never stopped quite a bit
Chasing everywhere her happiness
Still not all of her features can be depicted
To fulfill with details her self-portrait
And just like Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
A person in the morning and another at night.
