She's the girl who sits in the front of the class
The girl who gets good grades
Who always raises her hand every chance she gets
And the girl who has a lot of great friends
But thats only the surface
She's the girl who has depression
The girl that cries herself to sleep at night
And she never tells a soul
How does she hide it all?
She hides it by laughing a lot, saying, "I'm fine."
And puts on a fake smile to match the act
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She's the girl that
PoetryI wrote this poem for a friend. But she doesn't know it. No human can be happy all the time. And for those who seem like it, just might be the most broken.
