Old poem I wrote ˚⟡˖ ࣪

This is one of my first poems ever from years ago, no one saw it before. It's obviously not that great but it meant much to me back then soo I figured I should let people see it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Story of a broken soul

Who is she? She wonders while looking at the mirror

Who is the person inside of this body, under all the masks that nobody saw before?

Not even her, the owner of her body knows, 

Who she really is and how many secrets she holds

Who am I? She wonders, while starring at the moon

Trying to write a song at 3am, alone in her room

Maybe she just started, maybe she's been sitting here for more than an hour, 

thinking about so many things, while drawing her favourite flower. 

She is not nice or perfect. No, she is like art.

Messy, and somehow broken, fallen apart. 

Because art isn’t supposed to be nice, or perfect at all,

It’s supposed to tell a story, of a broken soul, of someone who tries to find the meaning in life, but doesn’t find anything at all.

But when the words she can't find, and the feelings she can't draw can't be of any use 

how could she show anyone, what's inside of her soul?

Why she doesn't feel good enough, 

why she can't trust people anymore?

Maybe that's the reason why she's always drawing in class, 

and why she's singing until her voice cracks

Because she doesn't give up until she finds the answer, 

until her toughts aren't just a chaotic mess 

Art feels like a family for her.  A warm voice that wispers: It's okay

It gives a reason for her to be happy, a reason for her to stay

Art feels like a soulmate for her. A tight hug, a place to hide, 

a wise man who shows her the right way

She hopes someday she can tell her story to the world

And help other people who also can't find the right words

To tell them: "Hey, it's fine"

Listen to them, because she knows, they deserve to be heard-

Just like her.