Let's see who you truly are

I see a young girl in a woman yet an old soul inside a child. She is as soft as a marshmallow, if anything, softer than a cotton ball. The emptiness in her eyes, I can see her screaming for help yet the blackhole is sucking her in not letting her out. I can feel the desolation inside of her. I can hear her very loud and clear yet no one else can see or feel or hear this poor child. She is tough like a gangster on the surface but has the most purist, soft and fragile core. You would be privileged to see that. Always putting the world before herself, when she forgets how important she also is. She is a one strong woman yet such a weak child inside. Never believe what you always see. ~ Deep thought girl writes 06.07.23 (Old poem from years ago on reflection and contrast between characters and reality of things not in a fake manner but more of self protection and so on. IYKYK)