As she walks through the doors,
So confused and afraid.
She takes a deep breath,
and reminds herself,
Just what to say.
She knows that she can make it,
right through the day.
But she's still afraid,
That they'll see her..
And she knows that they hate her.
Once she gets up the stairs,
She swears her heart is screaming.
She can feel her lungs pulsating,
She's thinking about running out.
But she knows they'd all see her,
So she keeps on walking along.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
As she walks through the doors,
So confused and afraid.
She takes a deep breath,
and reminds herself,
Just what to say.
She knows that she can make it,
right through the day.
But she's still afraid,
That they'll see her..
And she knows that they hate her.
Once she gets up the stairs,
She swears her heart is screaming.
She can feel her lungs pulsating,
She's thinking about running out.
But she knows they'd all see her,
So she keeps on walking along.
