Blink.
I close my eyes,
but the tears don't come out.
Because a girl who has it all,
shouldn't pout.

Blink.
Skip to the 1960's scene,
cheesy music playing.
Just a movie in my head,
a childhood memory decaying.

Blink.
It's worse than feeling numb,
it's a drought.
Because the ability to express oneself,
is not something one can go without.

Blink.
Pieces are missing,
messages not relaying.
The gaslighting so loug,
I can't hear what everyone is saying.

Blink.
How to separate the truth,
the act of torture lies in doubt.
But a girl who appears to have it all,
shouldn't pout.