The Face That She Wears To Sleep

On the outside she looked mean, rude, and unapproachable; and sometimes she was. A lot of people believed she was that way 24/7. They didn't know the reason behind any of it; she either scared them or offended them. As I watch her sleep she holds the same face as she usually does, the face for the public; the face that scared so many and drove many away, was shockingly and vexingly was also the face she wore to sleep. It faded after a while and she had never looked more at peace and comfortable than anybody had probably ever seen her. The sight of a small smile controlling her lips and her eyebrows unfurrowed and unpeaked; her jaw unclenched. The face of someone unaffected by the corruption of this world, the sweet innocent face of someone who thought the world was a good place. If you knew her you would know she did believe those things once, before the world exposed itself. She had reasons, people just didn't want to listen. As for me; I'll always listen.