Trapped

I look in the mirror and see a girl who looks like me.

In her eyes, I see traces of tears. Tears of joy and sadness.

I look past her smile and see a face full of pain.

She's hurting inside, but no one seems to notice or much less care.

They see her smile and assume everything is alright,

But no one takes the time to find out whats really going on.

She tries to speak and let them know how she really feels,

But she only says what they want to hear.

She's suffering inside from complacency and compromise.

No one understands her.

She's trapped.