Sitting
in
class
there,
a teenage girl.
She quietly hums a tune
not many are meant to hear.
Caged in her head,
demons seep through.
Knowing they are, she still hums away trying her best to
ignore them.
She puts on her mask.
Smile.
You must always smile.
"Be Happy"
people tell her,
"Let me see that precious smile!"
She taught herself to always be happy.
"No one will care anyway, so
Why show you're sad?"
She thinks to herself.
It is now a habit;
it comes naturally.
She is a bubble,
all she wants is sunshine and happiness when,
Truthfully,
behind,
under,
hidden in that little happy bubble...
is hell
waiting to be unleashed.
A
Ticking Time bomb.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Not even she knows when it will unleash.
I am. Dangerous.
