Her eyes are a chasm
Directly to her soul
Concealed by a veil of laughter
The ringing smiles
Of genuine bliss
Echo hollowly within.
It is either ecstasy or apathy.
There is no in between,
Because of the pressure
The expectations
The highhopes doomed
to plummet.
And so the chasm to her soul
Stays undiscovered
Unchartered
And she tries
To pave an entry
No one dares break the surface.
No one ever dares
In this world of momentary pleasures
Inhabited by permanent cowards
Scared of reality.
by Penelope Sars, 17, John F. Kennedy School, Berlin, Germany
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