She Walks around with her head held high,
with a smile on her face,
acting like theirs nothing wrong in her world.
But every day when she gets home from another terrifying day of school
she washes away the mask hiding the broken hart and dried up tears. The scars not seen by the naked eye,
but look deeply into her eyes and her life will be reveled,
you will see them, see the scars from the past, present and future. you'll see her deepest fear,
you will see that shes living through the worst nightmare.
If u look deep enough you may even see every last bit of her everlasting pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U ar a lover? GOOD TO BE!