She..

Like the moon, half of her was always hidden

In fear that her thoughts may tumble out, unbidden

To look at she’s perfect, brave and unbreakable

But inside she’s caving, her anxiety unmistakeable.

 

A solitary soldier, her lines are well versed

“Its nothing” “Im fine” the lies like a curse

She’s gotten so good at putting on a show

She has almost forgotten how to stop and let go.

 

How do you break a habit, when its become who you are

The image you project, but no one see’s the internal scar

No one really knows, because you act just the same

And next thing your spiralling, with no one else to blame.

 

It shouldn’t have to be this way, she shouldn’t have to hide

Whats going on inside her head, the way she feels inside

If people would just take the time, to listen and understand

Then maybe she wouldn’t feel so lonely, drowning on dry land

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