The spiritual warrior

She is a fashionista, that's what you know about her
She lives in the moment, that's what you think about her.
She loves to laugh, that's what you believe
She makes you think, she's wild and carefree
What you fail to see is the pain she hides
What you will never get to know are the battles she fight..
Battles that are tiring..that leave her all torn up
What you call challenges, baby, for her that's just warm up
She's been a daughter, a sister and a friend
Never has she compromised on any of these ends
She cries all night, contemplating the faults in her stars
Wakes up all determined, puts on mascara, hides her scars
Never will she ever beg
for mercy or your help
Fire in her eyes, zeal in her walk,
rightfully mark
the pride she takes in herself.