Vie

Sudden tears rolling down crimson cheeks

in a snap, they roll away

Books making her walk through thousand minds

Escape reality to loosen up the familiarity

Pleasure is what she reads for

Gets paranoid if you put her on a scale

"What if I underscore?"

Oar is what she is desperately searching for

Running away from this town before her mind is forced to vie

She doesn't want to comply

Her breathing passion has turned inanimate

You learn by failing yet everyone wants you only mastering

A Hopeful gleam in her parents' eyes sends a chill up and down her spine

Trying her best to take the highest dive before the wolves eat her alive

Drinking but not assimilating the answers to every question

Everything seems like a scribble

She slickly has been put inside this riddle