see a smile.
hear a laugh.
keep in mind
its a down spiralling path.
she plasters it on nice and thick,
thats the facade that makes her sick.
at her stick like body they sneer and point.
skin barely hides each joint.
whispers echo in her ears.
can't they tell thats all she hears?
she stands upright and holds in the pain.
Can't they tell it's making her insane?
