With the clicking sound

of high-heeled footsteps

Down the busy sidewalk,

She exudes confidence

With her correct posture

And perfect messy bun,

Her beauty is unmatched,

The kind that intimidates men,

And makes women jealous,

Alone she stays in her bubble,

A self-created paradise

That is also a prison,

Wanting to connect with

Anyone,

Anyone,

Any soul willing to reach out

And align their world with hers,

She screams and cries

from her empty soul,

Yet no one can hear her,

So she returns to her mirror,

Repairing her mascara

And lipstick,

Replacing her teary gaze

With a stoic, ice blue stare,

So no one can tell

If she feels emotions

At all.