Tough is my exterior,
threatening is my appearance
and hardened my countenance,
but beneath all that lies
a tender heart
delicate than any flower
and clearer than any pond
I have mastered this outward pretence
through years of training
and now I have no will of my own
See through my toughened body,
the throbbing of my heart
apparent in my eyes
rescue me from the stone I have become
and make me the human I want to be
The girl stood alone in her balcony
Solitude for company
When she heard a loud whisper
She did not turn
Lost in her thoughts
She heard a piercing scream
And she did not flinch
Then she saw a white mist
Against the dark night
She touched it with a sad smile
A vacant look in her eyes
The ghost flew away, disappointed
She neither belonged to the lively humans
Nor with the dead spirits
She was a human body
With emotions dead
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