They sit next to you on the train
The bus
The desk next to yours
you pass them everyday
They laugh with their friends
smile at jokes
who they are is hard to see
from the captain of chess
to the queen bee
From the girl who hides behind her *******
To the boy with alcohol on his breathe
No one looks
past the red eyes or *** stained sheets
No one sees whats hidden
In that perfect outfit
what lies behind that smile
hidden darkness buried in them all
from the school *****
to the stoner god
They all hide that single flaw
From the class president
To the ballet star
We see them all
The musical prodigy wasting away
To the redundant poet trying to make it through the day
No one can see the lonely
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
They sit next to you on the train
The bus
The desk next to yours
you pass them everyday
They laugh with their friends
smile at jokes
who they are is hard to see
from the captain of chess
to the queen bee
From the girl who hides behind her *******
To the boy with alcohol on his breathe
No one looks
past the red eyes or *** stained sheets
No one sees whats hidden
In that perfect outfit
what lies behind that smile
hidden darkness buried in them all
from the school *****
to the stoner god
They all hide that single flaw
From the class president
To the ballet star
We see them all
The musical prodigy wasting away
To the redundant poet trying to make it through the day
No one can see the lonely
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