Vitality of Exasperation

Vitality of exasperation

She speaks, but makes no noise
Her soul est boisterous
Yet frightened, her outer body
The response of her peers,
Compels her subconsciously to hoax a smile
The essence of her hollow smile, 
Portrays her artificial shell.
She mustn't reveal her true soul's desire,
In trepidation, of others' views.
She screams, within herself
This wail depicts her inner self, as her true spirit decays.
Her soul deteriorates, as her outer shell polishes.
Her dreams have, turned to memories.
She keeps her soul caged inside her,
As a fierce lion in a cage.
Her heart once, flaming with fire of passion,
Metamorphosis to cold impassive ashes.
The unique jewel inside her, now a typical rock.
She screams aloud, thus no one cares.

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