Our Demons within

'6:28pm the same time again'
I watch slowly from my window sill as I see her again, like always she walks to the shop at this very time, everyday.

Today it's dark, blue, denim, skinny knee ripped jeans.
A simple grey short sleeved top, to Finnish off with a blue//red see through checkered blouse type jacket unbuttoned.
On her feet she wears black combat boots high just above her ankle.
Hair up in a messy bun and gorgeous model smooth face.

To others she may seem like the normal hormonal teenager who yes looks moody and kinda scary with her frown always upon her beautiful face.

She may look...normal?
Not to me... I can see through the mask she holds up, I can see that the 'frown' she wears isn't a 'frown' at all it's a face full sick of being judged she looks defeated and weak.
Broken almost....

The Johnson's never come out to the neighbour greeting they tend to keep below the radar
Giving no clue that we are all there.
Everybody wants to know their secrets as do I...