Written thoughts

Holding back

*note// not like the rest of my writing. A different style*

And now what's upsetting is that she can't be open anymore
She can't tell someone how she feels
Without the fear of being looked down on
Simply because she has flaws, and she's not good enough
So instead she keeps quiet and just listens
And on the very rare occasions when she is asked how she feels
She just says "I'm fine" and sighs and sits back
While no one catches on to the fake smile and corrupt eyes
Nobody can tell that she's anxiety ridden
And nobody sees that she wears those bracelets to hide certain marks
And her eyes aren't watery only because of allergies
Because she said she's fine so she has to be
She can't be hurting because she's smiling
Meanwhile all she wants to do is scream to you "help me"
But in fear of the reaction smiles and nods
And no one knows that the image in her head
Was herself gone
Not just away but in a hole
And when she was little she was told if she believed she received
So she believed and a week later she received
She was in a hole that measured 2 feet wide and six feet deep.