She is a con-artist.
She make people believe things
that are not even true.
She is a fraud.
She make others believe her facade.
She is great,
for she made everybody believe she’s
strong,
confident,
and
fine.
When in reality,
if you look behind the mask,
if you strip her away of her pretensions,
you’ll see everything:
her flaws,
insecurities,
weaknesses,
self-doubt,
anxiety,
depression,­
and
loneliness.
You just have to look closer,
to see past her smiles,
her laughs,
her tears.
See past her physical looks,
and look at her.

I want to be there
When you let your hair down,
And when you talk about your day:
Every person that got under your skin.

I want to see the kinks and curls
Each golden wave and blue pool—
The ones that draw me in.
And the curve of your perfect smile

I want to mend the
Broken and bent emotions
That you’ll never want to share.
But maybe after my begging your mind will change.

With the position I’m in, I’ll never be seen,
I’m a name and a face constantly in the crowd.
I can barely yell for you and cheer you on,
Yet somehow I still wish to be there.

When you let your hair down.

Can't cry anymore
this pillow absorbs all my tears
to give me a happy sleep,
far from the negative ones.

It asks me to redefine
what it means to be alive,
"To be faithful to mother earth,
while dreaming of a happy world"

Still, the sun has not yet
made her appearance in my day.
If you feel this way,
sometimes that’s okay.
She will shed her light
when it’s her time
to shine.