A MILLION IN ONE

Last night, when everyone fell asleep

Someone  was awake

Though, I meet that person every day but

yesterday that person was not same.

She looked perfect to everyone,

But she knew she is not perfect anymore.

As deep inside,

She can't persuade that  self love anymore .

She may smile all day long but 

At night she cries in  her room , But now she  understands 

her strength in this big room.

NO, She is not dedicating this poem to anyone 
As she has understood that she is not "one in a million" but "a million in one"