You wouldn't see

If you see me, walking down the hall, you'd think I'm a happy student. A student, who never got molested, or almost raped. Not a student, who tired to commit sucide, but just a happy student. You wouldn't see the tears I cried, nor the scars on my body. You'd only see a happy student. Not a student, whose insecure, or afraid of the world. But you'd see a girl happy, and cracking jokes. You wouldn't see my battle scares, or my wounds. Only the fact that I'm still walking, thats all you'd see.  

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