The Difference of Me

The Difference of Me

 

Hiding behind a mask,

poised and perfect-

nobody knows

how I stand internally.

Inside

the difference of me.

 

On the front

there is me-

cheerful

delighted

peaceful.

The girl everybody is screaming

to get to spend their “Friday night” next to.

But,

inside is

the difference of me.

 

I can see past my mask,

it is pitiful really-

fake

disguised

an unkind countenance.

Inside,

the difference of me.

 

She never felt

as if she belonged-

going through the motions.

Outcast

Disgrace

Not “(fill in the blank)” enough.

Just another girl.

Hope for the hopeless,

rest for the weary.

Inside cries out,

the difference of HER.

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