She was a teenager

Covered in the sheer cloth of diamonds

Beautiful to the world

Painful to her

She was trying to live her life and be free

But the weight of the cloth wearied her down

She couldn't tear the cloth

Because her thoughts were so painfully torn down

To a point where she believed if she isn't presentable

She would be futile

Her eyes were shining because of the reflection of diamonds

But her skin was burning because of the strains of the thread tied so hard

Because if the threads are loose she was said to be a dishonour

If only the world was kinder

She would have adored the precious diamonds

If only she was given a choice to fly

She would have loved the sheer cloth of life

So fragile but still so beautiful

But now she is making her diamonds shine more

With the drops of her life going in vain