Keep Silent

walking down the hall with her head held high
every hair is in its place
sees a friend and she waves hi
wearing a smile on her perfect face
friendly, smart, and beautiful
everyone adores this girl
seemingly content
her head's in a whirl
inside she's unhappy
and doesn't know why
she lays in her bed at night and cries
she doesn't know what causes the tears
how could this princess have insecurities or fears
she has it all
a pretty smile
many friends
a great guy
the newest trends
her family has money
she gets good grades
has her own car
and her makeup never fades
always looking happy
every single day
but inside she's feeling a different way
this is wonder girl
she's everyones' dream
but things aren't always what they seem

"Hey, how's everything going?" Why ask? I know you don't really care.

Smile. "Fine. Thanks. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm alright. Did you hear what happened today..."

Here we go again. Another day, same shit. People ask how I am, if everything with my hobby is going okay, but I know they don't care. I see it in their eyes. They just want to try and act like the saints they pretend to be. It's not like I care anyway. Why would I want them to know that I'm not the strong, uncaring, brave girl they think I am? Sometimes, I amuse myself with thinking how it would be if I told them how I really felt. How everyday getting out of bed is a hassle because I know I'll have to put up a facade. How when ever someone calls me "fat" or "ugly" it actually hurts so much that I want to cry. How whenever I see my ex-best friends and they act like they don't know me, I die a little inside. Feelings are a weakness. They give people ways to manipulate you. I'm fine with no one knowing. Really. But if I told them, would they care?