The tear that slides down your face
slow and treacherous motion
the way it makes a path down your face
that dark beauty you see at school
is hard and strong
but at home
weeps in silence and cowers in fear
she puts on a fake mask
when she wakes up
smiles laughs fights
she seems so strong
but no one sees who she really is
Beautifully Broken
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