Question

I'm not done yet, but what do you think

Her world is made up of books
But no one would dare to look
To see if she’s really there
Hidden between stacks of books
Right over there in the corner
No one would dare sit next to her
But when you look closer
She’s a bit of a blurr
For her life is made of ink and paper
Ideas and more
For she is her own maker
Her life may not be of war
But it’s not of happiness either
She has no friends
And doesn’t mind
Because the books that she spends
Are her one and only true friend

Answer 1

I LOVE THIS !!!!!


It’s so good!

Answer 2

Answer: (inspired by the inspirational Nat)

(edited version)

Her world is made up of pages,

But no one would dare to look,

Is she really there,

Hidden between stacks of books,

In the corner,

Isolated,

And when you look closer,

Her face is a blur,

Living on ink and paper.

She is her own maker,

Life not of war,

Nor peace,

And no where in between.

She doesn't mind that her books,

Ink and Paper,

Are her only true friends.