An attempt to describe a girl handling the world, emotionally.
With a broad smile and talking sane.
But little did she knew herself,
Her eyes were a mirror to her heart itself.
I knew the suffering and agony,
Masked and unknown to many.
I saw her tremble in shock,
Still, no one spares a chance to mock.
I heard her sob and saw her cry,
I promise to be by her side till "they" dry.
People doubted her capabilities,
and suspicioned her talent.
But deep down only she knew,
it was fate and "pure fate".
She will be on her legs soon,
Shooting for stars and moon.
I've known her as a brave, strong gal,
and even a greater pal!