She smiles; does it mean she’s happy?

When she laughs, is she really laughing?

Or is it a way to hide all the pain?

What you don’t see is the real her

Behind closed doors, her smile disappears

Her laugh turns into tears

Her sadness rushes over her body

And envelopes her

There is not an outlet for her pain

So she inflicts it upon herself

She doesn’t want to do it

But she doesn’t know what else to do

So she bleeds a little

A small cut that would go unnoticed

No questions

Nothing.

When she goes to bed she says a little prayer

Hoping she will not awake the next day

That she would just disappear from this world

It would be better if she just died

After all, she’s ugly and fat

No man wants her

Her friends have deserted her

She’s all alone

What does she have to lose?

Nothing

But like human instinct that wants to live

Speaks out

And now she’s trapped

But she waits for death to create her entrapment

And take her

She waits impatiently with open arms

And the day she sees death again

She will truly smile

And finally feel what she’s longed for

…… acceptance