The Writer

She writes everything she feels. She pours her heart out just to feel something inside that's real.
She sees love, hate, pleasure and lust. She tries to feel it too but all she can do is understand what it might feel like.
Her heart has endured more than anyone's should. She has lost old friendships, she has fought losing battles and now she stands in the middle of a crowd, searching for something hidden, something she knows not of truly.

She understands and comprehends all that her black eyes see.
Though she wishes she could feel it all too, she is unable to find what she needs. Looking in all the wrong places, all she has found is pain, misery and sorrow. She is stuck with people she can not harm, but every fiber in her body screams to rip everyone apart.

She can transform herself into whatever her surrounding might require. From a gracious host to the life of an event. She tries to keep everyone happy. She tries to please all those around her.
She grows tired of her present life. She wishes to breakout and show everyone what she is truly like.
However, she is afraid. Frightened, to be true. She fears rejection from all those around her too.

Her true form isn't hideous, she's beautiful, it's true.
Her true form is much too much to handle and to take in, and already she feeds of low of love and acceptance, she'd die if it all were to go.

Her face is masked with fake smiles and her being echoes with laughter from her childhood.
She makes you believe that she is happy, though the truth couldn't be more further.

She denies that she suffers from unhappiness. She denies that she's lost. She denies that she is broken inside. She denies it all, just so she wouldn't be a burden on anyone.

She helps and gives advice. She tells you what's right.
She understands everything you say, she understands it all for your sake.

She listens to everyone else's sorrows, and never speak of her own.
Her friends read every page of her blog, but they never see that she's been writing about her life all along.

in the world of women

In the world of women, it all seems happy.
In the world of women, it all seems fine.
No body, however, notices the deep cracks beneath surface, the tears behind the laughter, and the haunting pasts behind those beautiful smiles.

Though we fight and the world sees it all, we never do ruin each other’s chances to find true love. We may hate and we may scream, but all we need is to be heard and to be seen.
We do confuse, but that’s how we conquer. We are warriors within, even if our armors seem rusted and broken.

Some of us were raised with fairytale lies, some were taught bitter lessons of life. We are all vulnerable and afraid, but we have learned to make ourselves strong and brave.
We are all goddess in our own ways. Some are like Athena, some are like Aphrodite and some are the true essence of Mother Nature.

Though we think too much, even for our own good, but we do it anyways so that we can understand you.

We know we are easily hurt by little things but do you not see how we smile through the worst of all heartbreaks and the most devious lies?

We aren’t as strong as we wish to be but we are strong enough to bring you to your knees.

We are not all beautiful inside or out, but we all have a heart of gold buried deep beneath the surface of what is seen. It is not easy to understand us, because we suffer the same. Our minds are always occupied with someone we believe doesn’t know us.

We are lovely wives and fierce mistresses. We are jewels hidden in a secret place. We are loved and hated but without us, there is no survival.

We see what others miss. We love what people despise. We show no fear and we smile through it all.
In the world of women, battle is fought and won every day.
We learn and we live with smiles and laughter even though there are deep cracks in our armors.

We are creatures of the night and goddesses of the day.
We are a force not be provoked.
We are an army not to be touched.