She smiles
He frowns
They sit,
an entire classroom apart
as outside
a storm passes
She laughs
He nearly chokes
She doesn't seem to notice him
but he notices her
Her wavy brown hair scalades,
like a waterfall
onto her shoulders
down her back
Her light brown eyes
hold a secret gleam
not of joy
but of pain.
She looks up,
sees him
They lock eyes
She sees something
in his dark green eyes
something that tells her
You're not alone
Her mask slips
her facadè;gone
Pain is as clear
as a crystal
in her eyes
Her torment in obvious
in her expression
Her trembleing lips...
Her hands that seem to hold the desk,
looking for something
-anything-
To hold onto.
She shows
what the boy
has seen all along
Her smile was fake
just another attempt to hide the truth
Her laugh was fake
All for the publics' sake
No one wants to see
or hear
about the pains of life
No one
wants
to think
that life
isn't perfect
That there's no agony
That everything will turn out
like a fairy tale
if you work
hard enough
Lies.
She knew that.
Life isn't a movie.
Life isn't a book.
Life isn't a fairy tale.
Life is hard.
Life is painful.
Life is shit.
But she can't
show that part of herself.
It's easier to pretend
that life is simple.
Easier to pretend
that life
is at its fullest for her.
Oh, so much easier
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PoetryWhat is she supposed to believe when her life is based on lies and abuse and he comes along wanting to make things different? °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° She hides behind a mask Of smiles and laughs Trys to hide the briuses of hi...
