I am screaming in a crowded room.
Yet no one looks at the girl who is covered in tears.
I know someone has to hear the pain in my voice.
As I yell for someone, anyone to even pretend to care.
I am shut down mentally.
My pained emotions are covered by a mask of happiness.
What appears to the naked eye can't be questioned.
Humor is the key to hide that I'm dying inside.
I'm pacing back and forth.
Trying to piece the puzzles of my life back together.
Will I ever be able to live up to that standards of my loved ones??
Have they given up hope of me ever facing reality?
I come to a mirror and stare at my empty soul.
Everyone is always talking about how beautiful I am.
All I see is the hideous monster I have created.
The monster I am forever doomed with.
My empty soul catches my eye.
She smirks.
She tells me I will forever be trapped in the misery I've created.
I'm tired of fighting, I let her completely take over.
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