She sits at her desk,
writing in her notebook.
Its just not any notebook,
But the notebook that tells you all about her.
All of the emotions she thought she never felt,
Are written in that book.
No one sees the emotion on her face.
But the book says otherwise.
Along with the voices in her head.
The screams she silences at night.
And so scared to step into the light.
No one knows, what she's all about
No one knows, how she really is.
No one knows, and no one ever asks.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
She sits at her desk,
writing in her notebook.
Its just not any notebook,
But the notebook that tells you all about her.
All of the emotions she thought she never felt,
Are written in that book.
No one sees the emotion on her face.
But the book says otherwise.
Along with the voices in her head.
The screams she silences at night.
And so scared to step into the light.
No one knows, what she's all about
No one knows, how she really is.
No one knows, and no one ever asks.
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