Beneath the surface

A book that is no ending, always painful from the very beginning, for a child that didn't ask to be born, experience a life prick by pain, like thorns . she always wonder why? why is it so hard to spread your wings to fly? why does it need to be as pretty as the sky? why they just don't hear us out for once? so that they can understand that we're more than what we show, that beneath the surface, we're breaking slow, the dreams we hide, the fears we face, the strength we find in a lonely place, that we yearn for freedom, for space to breathe, for someone to listen, to believe. she's quiet when she's home, trying to figure out things on her own, she may be vulnerable, but she's also capable. Just like how the sun rise in the morning, she also believes that everyday there is a new beginning. but then Just like how the sun sets in the evening she also believes that everything has an ending.