The world moves around me
People go about their days
No one the wiser, in tune
They see content and peace
All the while, I scream
At the top of my lungs, but
All the comes out is a squeak
Where has my voice gone?
That was taken too, surprise
No more *dignity, virtue, or naïveté *
That was stolen, I am HOLLOW
A walking "vision" but no guts
Nothing, simply a human suit
A sack of "I'm fine" and "just down"
No one can fully know me
No one wants to see that
A hollow girl with nothing
Not a thing to offer others
The world continues on and on
No knowledge of the pain
That fills my very being, soul
Make up and long sleeves, they hide me
They are my shield and cloak
No one wants to see what
Is under my armor, no one
A hollow girl, no substance