The girl who fakes
Standing tall
She pokes her chin out
while others slump,
tiered
she,
white,
high class,
smart,
educated,
talented
while the rest sit below with unpaid debts
never seen never heard
their talent never shown to the light
Enough.
Those who conceal their emotions
those who master disguise
wrap themselves to feel safe inside
they don't try to give away the pain they felt from criticism
But they do
Their face reflects blank like a page
with no words nor colors nor sounds,
only touch and light can you see
They probably have no means to judge
But every human seeks perfection lost in the crowd
I do not want to feel the coldness that slips down my throat
To her, you are a child playing games
but not someone who deserves a smile
That one little mistake can earn you a penalty to jail
while she sits, as if flawless
She smiles
She laughs
but if she listens to the heart beyond the words
perhaps
she can say
a bit more
Her face is just blank,
listening
concentrating
looking for the errors
looking for the doubt
but not seeing
but not feeling
that is
what hurts most
never
being able to touch someone
never being able to affect someone with your words
like she can't hear the voice that is crying to be heard
like the only story she knows
is her story
she has her way
as she wants
Because when I smiled
She didn't smile back.