She found herself a dark corner,
In that brightly lit room;
Holding that glass of mojito tight,
To fight that feeling of impending doom.

With unmatchable confidence, she sat,
But I could sense the banality of the power she displays;
I could feel the heaviness that she carries on her chest,
When every time to breathe she looks away.

I followed those eyes,
They looked as if they were on a long quest;
Eyes holding onto a lot of stories,
Eyes that had never taken rest.

I watched her resetting her hair and putting that bright smile,
To greet any new face;
Thinking no one would be able to see her struggle of matching that pace.

The pace of this new world,
In which she doesn’t fit;
A place where she doesn’t belong,
Where darkness engulfs her hope bit by bit.

Then I saw those sad beautiful eyes in the crowd,
She had left that dark corner now.
I can see her dance with an intriguing shine in her eyes;
A shine that had deceived so many people so many times.

I knew she was hiding in that crowd,
To save herself from the shadows of melancholy that passed;
Finally, she looked at me happily
and I looked at her in the mirror and smiled back,
For successfully deceiving ’em all,
While she took another sip from her empty mojito glass.

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