Enigma

Mysteriously cunning.
A suprise waiting to burst.
Always wearing a mask,
Trying not to get hurt.
A lonely soul
Trying to be found.
Spontaneously abrupt,
Happiness, bound.
Hidden inside
Not knowing herself
But knowing everything
About everyone else.
Sweet as sugar
She'll publically be.
Sour as a lemon:
The side no one will see.
Letting people know
How horrible she is,
Nobody listens
They "know better" than this.
Eyes so delicate,
Deep and dark:
Luminously green,
A light with no spark.
Lost in a world
All of her own.
As her mentality drops,
She psychologically grows.
She has no one
That understands,
But only because
She thinks no one can.
Up and down
Her mood does sway.
No second chances,
But always getting her way.
She sighlently admits
A cry for help.
To be helped she has
To help herself.
Perplexing beauty
Blemished with brokenness.
Curiously captivating,
Seemingly secretless.
Unexplained thoughts,
Unfelt emotions;
Appearing deeper
Than an ocean.
Angry feelings
Left on a shelf.
One fear disrupts her immage:
A fear of herself.
Every year gone by
A chapter of her life.
She see's it as
One big strife.
Fighting evile
With God on her side.
Determination for him:
She wants to abide.
A secret to herself,
To foe and to friend.
She'll stay that way,
untill the end.
Losing her mind
A shadow of hope.
Sick with herself,
But forced to cope.
Pressure inside
She hides from the world.
She tries to be tough,
But she's a scared little girl.
Lied to by friend,
Decieved by foe.
Trusts willingly
Allert as a doe.
Who she is
Will never be known:
The truth hidden,
never shown.
Parents don't believe
She's a shy as a mouse
It's like prison
In her own house.
For that's what it is
A house, not a home.
She sits there thinking:
She's all alone.
As anger conveys
She goes nuts.
Reaches for scissors,
result is: she cuts.
Far from earth,
Never really there.
Reality is needed;
For someone to care.
Ludicrously wise
Beyond her years.
Impies to reason,
Denounces fears.
Every night she lie down
To God she said:
"When I awake,
Let me be dead."
Depression overtook her
She let no one see.
Who is this girl?
This girl is me.
I am this "she"
With no stigma.
"She" is me:
I am enigma.