the december colored girl // original poetry and essays

15 | no one wants to talk about the sad girl

"i'm fine." i tell them

time and time again.

they have no choice but to believe me

for i am a picture of composure

a master at hiding my pain.

"her face is never stained." they say

for they never see my swollen eyes or icy tears

they don't know about the broken insides

they don't know about the unhappy nights because

i never tell them

and they never ask me.

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