She wipes her tear away the second it falls.

Before anyone has a chance to notice its existence.

Before anyone can see through the mask.

Before anyone can see her streuggle.

Before anyone can see she's crying out for help.

 

For she is traped behind her mask of lies.

Too bruised, too beaten down to sympathize.

Too scared of any repremend

To seek the help she knows she deserves.

 

The help everyone is so willing to believe is out there.

Yet they themselves offer no help.

 

They don't realize that it's a game of tug of war in her head

Between the good and the bad.

Everyday a new game

A new Struggle

To stay good.

 

But every comment

Every whipser

Gives the bad more power.

 

Every thought

Every hope

Gives the good less potensy.

 

Everyday good wins.

But by how much?

Everyday good wins by very little.

Less and less as the days go by.

For her hope is slipping.

How long is she going to last?

 

She's getting tired.

This fight isn't going to last much longer.

 

Bad is going to win.

 

And she's terrified because she knows it.

Knows no matter how hard she tries..

 

Bad is winning now.

 

Through every unshed tear and unheard sob.

The sounds no one is willing to listen for.

 

Bad is winning now.

Through every last drop.