walking through the halls, a fake smile plastered on.
waving to strangers and giggling at not funny jokes.
sleeves pulled down over wrists, painted pink fingertips.
average student, passes her classes..
has a boyfriend, loves him more than air..
but no one really sees me, when there is no one there.
to clean up the mess ive made of my life, so much pain and so much strife.
i wish i was normal, i wish i wasnt this way at heart.
i wish someone would have seen the real me from the start.
and maybe have stop me from starting this addiction, this scarring addiction...
that has plauged the somewhat normal life i could have had.
for now no one really knows this normal girl..who is secretly so sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem