She..

She is a good girl, introvert and shy. Never had close friends since childhood, her only solace was in her little sister who she loves like her own child. She found a best friend in her and would do anything to see the younger sibling happy. Been ridiculed by kids in school, scars still remain. She found comfort in her mother's unconditional love. Being the first born, the young shoulders bore heavy responsibilties. She matured well ahead of her age. She begs to be indifferent to fashion but she does enough justice to her aristocratic looks. She grew to be cute damsel, with butter skin and sweetest smile. She looked at the world with her big black innocent eyes. A prince cought her eye and she fell in love. For years he gifted her dreams and she lived in a beautiful bubble which burst and broke her down. She still lives with the old scars but has a strong will to live through all that she has endured. There is another man in her life now, but she isnt loved the way she deserves to be. He doesnt know how precious she is to her family. She cries silent tears and says her newborn is her world now and has no time to think of anything else. She screams and cries for vengeance, few minutes slip by and she is ready to forgive. She has love in abundance but her man doesnt care enough.Its a shame that the world doesnt appreciate a beautiful human being like her. Wish she could be more like me, give back what you get, but then deep inside, I long to be like her.