Stained Glass

we all lie to ourselves

She sits and looks all calm. Unbothered. Content.
From the eyes and thoughts of a witness
"She's doing so well!"
She's a warrior on the outside,
Breaking down and hiding on the inside.
She stares off into the distance,
Thinking about everything that has happened,
Thinking about everything that is happening,
And thinking about everything that will happen.
The feeling of a racing heart.
The fire of a burning face.
The shaky feeling like she's an earthquake.
Emotion eats her up inside,
But yet her face stays content.
She looks completely fine,
But inside there's her jar.
Everything she's kept in.
Emotion screaming and banging on the glass to get out and be heard,
Pain in her heart,
Feeling her throat get tighter and tighter making it impossible to even swallow.
The slightest blink starts the first drop of a waterfall.
The voices of people trying to communicate with her is drowned out by her thoughts.
Her mind doesn't stop thinking.
Picturing.
Imagining.
The faded voice finally breaks through "hey?...hello!"
And the wave of a hand, disturbing her and bringing her back.
"Hey!"
*you break back into reality*
"...are you ok?"
What she really wants to say, she pushes down before it comes out.
*smile. deep breath. if you believe it they will too*
"Yeah? Oh uh...yeah. Yeah No, I'm fine!"