She's not what everyone says she is. Behind closed doors she is her true self. When she sits in the dark, looking out her window at the sunset, she dreams. The truth is that she is not happy. She doesn't know what that word is. She cannot become it. The truth is that she's afraid. She knows what that word is. Everyday she lives it. When she says she's fine, she is not even close to being fine. So much goes on in her mind, that she cares too much. The truth is that people walk all over her. She cannot stand up for her own good. The truth is that she is shy. She will never be apart of the 'real world'. She has nothing, and no one for support.
Her truth is that a smile tells lies. Her truth is do not trust her voice either. Her truth is she is not okay when she says she is. Her truth is look into her eyes if you want to know what she really is trying to tell you (it's so hard). Her truth says eyes do not lie, they tell the greatest stories ever told. Her truth is that she knows she's not beautiful; don't even *look* at her. Her truth is that she is scared of you; don't even talk to her. But what her true truth is... is that she is not loved by another- just worthless like a piece of paper thrown in the trash.
1/26/2006
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