Her smiles brighten.
Her speeches widen.
She waltzes like there are no worries.
There are no problems.
There are no miseries.
She laughs.
She talks.
She socialize.
When that little girl step inside her room,
Her mind closes.
Her shoulders slumped.
Her tears formed.
She writes.
She cries.
She sleeps.
Who would have thought,
That happy little girl,
Muffled her screams every single nights,
Nightmares creeping in her sleeps,
She lies profusely,
She runs from labile bonds,
Practically from everything.
She lead people into thinking they know her,
When no one does.
She stare at her own reflection.
There are two little girls with different expression.
One is full of elation.
The other is a shadow of depression.
Smile.
And lie to others.
So they think everything is okay.
Everything is okay.
One day that reflection will be the death of that little girl.
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