Woman

All ran behind her beautiful smile,
Although no one knew the scars in her heart,
She rushed behind the woods,
They thought she ran due to shy,
But who knew she was running out of fear, to hide herself in the dark woods,
A woman is a mixture of pain and happiness, She is beautiful in her sorrow and joy, just the world needs to look at her in a different way, When her world is crumbling down, she looks for her loved ones to be happy, she may share her sorrow, but can you give her the shoulders to cry upon and expect nothing in return?
She needs true love, and needs someone to love her the way she loves her, even with all the scars which has deeply cut her heart, She cries on simple things, she cries when she is happy, may be that small things matter to her the most, it’s in the hidden truth that she doesn’t say, she may think that you may laugh at her simple thoughts, or may get angry to what she did, she just hugs her pillow tight, and tries to sleep and wake up the next day as nothing had happened. She hides her pain and put on her smile as though nothing had happened, nothing has ever happened.