secrets.

seven

I wonder about you a lot.

I see you being happy and all when you're with your friends. But then I notice how your smile goes away instantly after you have laughed for a few seconds.

And when you say you're fine. I've seen the few scars on your wrist when the sleeve of your sweater isn't covering it. I knew you had scars because even the sunniest of days you would still wear your grey sweater. Everyone thought you were insane and you told them you had a cold. But I always have known why.

I see sadness in your eyes as well. You smile, but who are you trying to kid? Your eyes don't tell lies.

I see you online late at night too. I wonder what you're up to. Because nobody is on Facebook at 4am. I know there's something wrong.

I know people bully you because you're smart. I know your parents have been forcing you to study to have a bright future. They've been pressuring you so much I guess. I saw tear stains under your eyes once when you got out of your car. Your dad wasn't looking happy either.

But I'd never ask you any of this. I know it's a sensitive topic.

It's weird I noticed all of this.

Maybe it's because,

You're just like me.