What they see

They see the girl
with the perfect life
who never worries 
never cries
what they don’t see
the girl with who struggles 
who’s pain is invisible
from the surface

She fights to get through each day
as she fades-away 
yet she finds a way to act
Like she’s fine
when really she’s not 
she’s tucked away
in the corners of her mind
thinking only of who she isn’t 
she doesn’t realize
that things could be better 
that everyday doesn’t have to be 
a constant struggle 

Her scars run deep
 she’s afraid of making
the same mistakes 
that have made her who she is

she’s afraid to use her voice to become visible, to be heard
she's distant 
a ghost of the person she was
sometimes she looks back 
to see when life was so simple
and she was so happy 
so free

she says she’s fine 
just tired or blue
but it’s so much more

She needs to realize 
that she’s not defined by
the way that other people think of her
but instead by the way she knows herself
she’s strong, although she doesn’t know
she’s smart, even if she doesn’t know 

She has a voice, that’s stronger than she’ll ever know