Do you see her?
Do you see her with her head down?
Do you see her crying?
Do you see through her mask?
No, you don't
Because she hides her problem well
From people like you,
From people who would shame her;
She's grown so good at it
That she forgot how to be herself.
It's people like you,
Horrible people who hurt others
For no better reason than pleasure,
And what's worse is that
You still strike her when she's down.
It's no wonder she hides herself,
Puts on a mask,
Never tells anyone about her problems,
And presents herself as happy-go-lucky.
You think those words don't affect her?
So what if she's popular
And acts like the world's a festival?
Ever thought that was all an act?
A coping mechanism?
It exhausts her,
Exhausts her dearly,
And the only time she can be herself
Is when she's locked up in her room,
Crying herself to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Natural Cravings
Poetry[Poetry] A peek inside every region of my mind, just for all of you to know who I am where you may find out that we could have many things in common. Who knows? You know the button to press to find out. Circa 2018
