• She hides her pain
    Behind a     smile
    Just so no one will know
    For at least a little while.

    She tries to calm her voice
    In times of stress
    So no one will see
    Her internal     mess.

    She covers her arms
    With white strips of cloth
    Hiding her cuts
    So no one would call her a     goth.

    She attempts a laugh
    At every joke said
    So no one would know
    That her heart is     dead.

    But when she's     alone
    With no one around
    She lets the tears fall
    And soak in the ground.

    She cries and screams
    And calls for     help
    But no one knows
    How she has felt.

    And when the next morn comes
    Up goes the charade
    Pretending to be happy
    In a game     well played.