She's not like everyone else.
She's loud,
but quite.
She's happy,
but sad.
She's alive,
but dead.
She cries,
but no one sees,
how broken she is.
She bottles up her feelings,
and makes everyone else happy.
She tries not to care,
but she can't ignore,
everyone's voice.
Some say she's the toughest person,
they know.
But she feels like,
the weakest
