The girl is standing

In a crowd

In a place where she feels

Like an outsider looking in.

 

Everyone is living

In a Utopian World.

In perfect bliss.

 

People are glancing at her face

Judging but never knowing.

Seeing what they want to see.

Believing what they want to believe.

 

She is playing the part perfectly,

Right down to the letter.

Leaving others unaware.

 

Her smiling face is a mask,

Part of an armor.

Guarding the terminal that is raging inside of her.

 

The rage has lain

Inside her for years.

And she is afraid how others would react towards her if they ever discover.

 

But when you are truly looking into her eyes,

They are the windows into her soul.

Allowing everyone to see the sadness in her.