Behind her blue eyes and smile, the unshed tears and grief hide

Fear binds her lips, she's afraid if she says the wrong thing others will judge her

How can they know the hurt that her heart has endured? The pain of loss, internal damage that cannot be fixed

People never try and figure her out, only seeing the surface and assuming she’s fine, but little do they know…

She can barely put the pieces together herself

She has no clue who she is anymore

The life she thought was only black and white, one option or another, turned out to be more grey than she’d imagined.

So many things trying to hurt her, not enough people trying to save her.

Her heart has been given out one too many times, the jagged scars standing as proof

She needs help, but has no clue how to get it

So the pain stays buried, beneath her mask.

The mask of laughter and joy.

The mask of rehearsed emotions, and fake smiles