The girl behind the picture
isn’t always who you think
The smile is fake, the terrors
of the night, reach out to
Grab her when she is all alone.
Vulnerable. Weak. Scared.
The echoes of her screams
bounce off the walls no one
To hear her. To save her.
Frightened and alone she
listens to the terrors
believing them until its
to late and and all she listens to
is the voice of terror in her head.
Not the voices all around her.
The voice of reason and truth.
of her beauty. her kindness that
shines beyond where she can see
**her true self.