which is the lie?
What do they wish to see?
Why can't they leave me be?
I can barely speak.
What they see and what they know
all of which is just a show.
The child flies with a darkened heart,
yet still she tries to play her part.
Where compassion is her strength,
her fear is even greater,
She'll run a great many lengths
but will you find her later?
Hidden in that painful glare
depression glows with no one to care.
Yet even underneath defeat,
she still will try with all her might,
to never act like she's elite,
and always reach for the light.