It's hard being her.
The girl who is always
smiling.
She smiles even though she feels
pain.
She has friends who are
perfect.
But she's not.
She's the girl who always
walks
with her head so far
down.
Not knowing that she is so
beautiful.
She hides under her transparent
skin.
She's the girl who
laughs
even though she's dying to
scream.
She just wants to finally let the anger
out;
To let everyone know how she really
feels.
But she's just the girl who
can't.
Because she lets everyone
step
all over her that she now has
footprints
on her already marked, sad
face.
Because she's the girl who people can
see
but never actually listen and
hear
what she's yelling and
scraming
for everyone to finally
notice.
So she stays the girl who
cries.
And who is always covering up her
sadness
with a gleaming, fake
smile.
And who stays deathly quite
always.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
It's hard being her.
The girl who is always
smiling.
She smiles even though she feels
pain.
She has friends who are
perfect.
But she's not.
She's the girl who always
walks
with her head so far
down.
Not knowing that she is so
beautiful.
She hides under her transparent
skin.
She's the girl who
laughs
even though she's dying to
scream.
She just wants to finally let the anger
out;
To let everyone know how she really
feels.
But she's just the girl who
can't.
Because she lets everyone
step
all over her that she now has
footprints
on her already marked, sad
face.
Because she's the girl who people can
see
but never actually listen and
hear
what she's yelling and
scraming
for everyone to finally
notice.
So she stays the girl who
cries.
And who is always covering up her
sadness
with a gleaming, fake
smile.
And who stays deathly quite
always.
