Echoes

I'm not really sure whether or not I'm finished with this. Help me out?

You would not be
so quick to judge the
shallowness
Within her
If
you could see
The depths
of her pain
And Tribulations

Is it her fault, then
That she is she?
Couldn't it your own
Mistake?
You being you?

And You would not judge
The lightness with which
She treats all those around her
Had you been privy to the weight
Of her every unanswered question
Unasked.
Haven't you the very same fear?
Of being unmasked?

Yes, she is hollow
Because she is deep
And closed to the outside
Her every scream echoes
Every syllable bounces
Reverberates
Molecules away
from your conciousness
Waiting for something within you
To resonate.
With her restlessness
So that you may both make
A stronger echo

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