No one
knew just how she felt.
She kept her thoughts to herself.
They always ask, "Are you Okay?"
"Fine." She replys, everyday.
Yet she's torn, Why can't they see?
She isn't the girl she claims to be.
Behind her mask, there is pain.
A broken girl filled with shame.
She wonders if at one point,
They catch a glimpse of torture.
How could they walk by her all day
And not see the future before her.
She's thinking of ending it all,
That thing that they call "Life"
She knows she shouldn't feel this way,
This feeling isn't right.
She trys so hard to find an answer
That just cannot be found.
Why did they always assume she's okay,
Though she doesn't make a sound.
& Even though she'll never admit it,
She wishes someone knew.
If only she had someone
To see what she's going through.
Mine.
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