Cover-Girl
I'm gasping for air,
Pushed underwater;
Living on used air.
Suffering silently;
My invisible scars,
Hidden behind fake smiles,
And "I'm Fines'"
Behind makeup, and cover-ups.
My tears, unseen;
My panic, non-existent,
If no one cares to see it.
The statement,
"why would they?"
Answered by a few simple actions;
And a lifetime of "pulling through."
While my secret gets wrapped around my neck;
A noose, so tight,
That even I can't unknot it.
A grave freshly dug;
A tombstone, with no mark.
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