She Was a Dreamer

She was a walking catastrophe.
The one who thought too much
spoke too little
and often spent her nights staring at plain white ceiling
whilst everyone else dreamed of sadder things.
She was a dreamer.
with a powerful mind, hidden behind
a broken self-esteem and a voice even weaker.
She was a dreamer.
Hoping and praying for finer things in life
rather the comments of people that left wounds to sting.
She was merely a silent, lively soul
who sang without a single care in the comfort of her own.
She was a walking catastrophe.
With a silent
powerful mind that wished for the sweeter
finer things in life
she was a dreamer.