She puts on her headphones and turns them up loud,
to drown out the sound of her own tears.
She watches T.V. and laughs with her friends,
to chase away all of her deepest fears.
She shakes her head and laughs at a joke,
while ignoring the deepening pain.
She steps outside and welcomes the sun,
when all she really wants is the rain.
She pretends her appearance doesn't matter at all,
when she's really ashamed of what she sees.
She pretends to be just some naive girl,
while she hides her A's and B's.
She quietly listens to everyone talk,
when really she's screaming inside.
She pretends not to give a damn,
but it's fear instead of pride.
She quietly takes whatever she's given,
resenting everything without just cause.
She puts on the mask and talks to her friends,
inside, she just wants to be lost.
So many would say, why does she do this?
how the hell did this ever occur?
But only a select few understand,
she'd rather be anyone else but her. stare
Tell me if you like it
The Complex : A Writing Guild
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