Her Happy Place

Closing her eyes, she wished for a pearl in a clam
while sinking her toes deep into the sand.

This was her time, in the right place,
 to let the fake mask slip off of her face.

Tears rolled down to her chin,
as all of what she felt started to cave in.

 Always pretending to be someone who she was not
 the pressure from her heart paused---- and then stopped.

A real smile was then to be painted on her face
as her heart slowly began to race.

 It was a place in her mind, called her "happy place,"
 this is where she went when she couldn't take all of the pain.
 

shenneljolly

VA

19 years old

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