Look me straight into the eyes, defiantly.
Swear my arms cannot soothe you, tearfully.
Lie straight at the bold traits of my face, dully
And ask me to step aside to walk through.

Dare ignore your inner sobs, knowingly.
Pretend I will not run for you, pathetically.
Imagine your future alone, impossibly.
Honesty is hard; a bland life is worse.

Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken.
No need to wind me, I’m still walking.
Stop trying to elevate me: I am sinking.
Finally at peace with myself, deservingly.

In opposite directions, distinctly.
You keep reaching for it, with difficulty.
Dare look back once, simultaneously.
Our fiery gazes might make a spark.

Let the wind lift up your hair, freely.
Abandon your accessories, finally.
The style does not fit your mood, sadly.
Why do you keep the mascara intact?

Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken.
No need to wind me, I’m still walking.
Stop trying to elevate me: I am sinking.
Finally at peace with myself, deservingly.

You lie, before you go…