Her Imagination

Her imagination is as wild as can be It was never simple yet it was complex as it seemed. No one ever understood her, All what they could see was a blur. To which she yearned for someone to understand her, A human, not someone with long thick fur. Her imagination is as wild as can be To which her face was always in glee. However deep down it was like rocks, As if she was trapped in a box. But she never showed that side of her for sure, As she thought she might be a bore. Her imagination is as wild as can be, As there she was, shining like a beam. Showing no pain of any sort And for that people bought Her smile, her laughter made everything so real However what people didn't know, is the pain that she conceals. ~M