Rusty anchor

she´s a girl like any other around
her feelings under a thick layer of thoughts
staring at the truth makes her feel
it shows up in her face.

embraced by all notes of that sound
desires, alcohol and many other layouts
once upon a time it was their will
was what she wanted to chase.

another day, another way to try again
new feelings under a thicker layer of thoughts
the same new truth makes her chill
wishing old jewels to fade.

fresh and pleasant, but never the same
her old rusty anchor has no whereabouts
does the old truth make her feel?
it keeps her hidden in the shade.

do you feel?
would you?