Could have been more gentle,
Could have covered more,
Should have given more,
It's not that big of a deal;
What's with that long face?
Always so grumpy;
Seems so rude.
She wasn't like this before,
But what changed?
Her patience ran thin.
She got tired.
Tired of ever giving and never receiving,
Tired of her getting taken for granted.
Her laughter used to light up the room,
Her laughter echoed in the silence.
Ever so used to give;
Didn't realised she deserved as much.
She was the epitome of perfection;
An oddly intoxicating vibe she carried.
But under all that facade,
Was the real girl no one ever saw.
No one ever knew the real her,
Neither did they ever tried to.
She kept her anger on a tight leash.
But as time flowed effortlessly,
The more traumatized she got,
The leash got looser and looser,
Until one day it broke,
Thus erupting hellfire,
Anger reemerged,
Resentment resurfaced.
They call her miss grumpy pants.
But the real girl behind the veil,
Still remained unnoticed and will ever so.

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