This Is Me
The title says it all...
"She has no problems," one might say
Grinning and happy; always getting her way
Going about life with an unending smile
Compared to an indestructible bathroom tile
She patiently sits on the cold metal chair
Seeming to never consider how she'll fare
As another's name is called out, not hers
Her smile flickers, her eyes breathe a curse
In a moment, she's back to smiling
The pain shoved inside, forever, piling
Back to normal, weakness hidden
Her smile faltered? You must be kidding
Silently in her room, the tears fall
Her posture slumped, not strong and tall
You would never guess that she COULD cry
Always wearing that smile; a dirty lie
Grinning and happy; always getting her way
Going about life with an unending smile
Compared to an indestructible bathroom tile
She patiently sits on the cold metal chair
Seeming to never consider how she'll fare
As another's name is called out, not hers
Her smile flickers, her eyes breathe a curse
In a moment, she's back to smiling
The pain shoved inside, forever, piling
Back to normal, weakness hidden
Her smile faltered? You must be kidding
Silently in her room, the tears fall
Her posture slumped, not strong and tall
You would never guess that she COULD cry
Always wearing that smile; a dirty lie
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