She.

There are times that she is good at pretending;
Times that she forgets the pain.
She believes her smiles and laughter,
Everyone follows, just the same.

But then there are times when she remembers
And the pain and hurt hit like
Two cars on the thruway
Going 80, colliding,
Life taking, no denying.
All the energy is taken away,
The river runs down her face.
The injuries can’t be healed,
Can’t be forgotten,
Not for a long time.

There are times when she is so hurt,
She can’t pretend, she can’t hide.
She shows her pain for everyone to see,
They wait to see her cry.
There are times when she runs away,
She can’t handle the crowd around her.
She wants someone to run after her,
To find her,
To remind her she’ll be alright.

There are times when she is not brave.
There are times when all she can do is cry.
Moments when people she trusted the most
Move out of her life.
Moments when she feels alone,
A skeleton with nothing inside.

There are times when she fakes a smile and a laugh.
Times when she seems fine.
She wishes it were true,
But she knows once she’s alone,
She will breakdown and cry.