Baskadia

She's crying

In a dark corner of her cold room

Trapped

In the darkest corner of her burning heart

Not knowing the reason behind her warm tears

Or probably she knows

And only she knows

But

she

Ignores

She's scared to face her inner feelings

So with a smile

She buries them

Deep down

'' busy?''

She looks at her phone to see this insignificant question from her friend

'' no, just bored to death''

''wanna hangout''

'' yeaaaaah im always for ''

She wipes her tears

Gets up

From her messily organized old wardrobe

She picks with her atmost care

Her most attractive dress

A red one

She bought but never put on

Half an hour later

In front of the mirror

She smiles

She is beautiful

With the most 'genuine smile'

The door closed.