wolf_Blizzy
If They Knew
She was the girl who always smiled.
Sweet. Quiet. Dreamy.
The kind of girl people called innocent because they never looked close enough to see the cracks beneath her skin.
But behind every soft laugh lived something starving.
She learned young that truth scares people.
So she buried her pain beneath fantasy, fashion, paper smiles, and careful lies. Because whenever she tried to speak honestly, people panicked.
Attention seeker.
Faker.
You have everything. What else do you want?
So she became what everyone preferred.
Easy. Gentle. Safe.
But at night, the mask tightens around her throat like a rope. Thoughts of death crawl beneath her skin like insects. Her body feels less like home and more like a cage slowly rotting from the inside out.
And if they ever saw what hid behind the ribbons and sweetness, panic would fall instantly.
"Put your mask back on, little girl."
"No one likes you when you're not your usual self."
Because some monsters do not hide under beds.
Sometimes they hide behind beautiful smiles.
Humanity loves fragile dolls until the porcelain starts bleeding.