she was always looking away
at the river, the sun, her phone
never did her eyes meet anyone
else's, and she never smiled
she was sick and fragile
and never smiled
but people loved her anyway
as they hugged her and held her close
she never smiled
she'd answer their questions
in the least personal way
and they wouldn't ask
too many questions or
anything that was personal
and she'd ask many questions
leading into personal parts
of their lives
she sat alone
with her hair hanging like
a curtain in front of her face
hiding her brokenness from the world
worst of all, she hid behind this falseness
that she showed off to the world
a blank mask that held everyone
at an arm's length
and she never smiled
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
she was always looking away
at the river, the sun, her phone
never did her eyes meet anyone
else's, and she never smiled
she was sick and fragile
and never smiled
but people loved her anyway
as they hugged her and held her close
she never smiled
she'd answer their questions
in the least personal way
and they wouldn't ask
too many questions or
anything that was personal
and she'd ask many questions
leading into personal parts
of their lives
she sat alone
with her hair hanging like
a curtain in front of her face
hiding her brokenness from the world
worst of all, she hid behind this falseness
that she showed off to the world
a blank mask that held everyone
at an arm's length
and she never smiled
my true reflection.
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