regal hollow
"I'm fine," she says,
"I'm okay," she utters.
But it's all a lie—
A lie to cover the truth,
A lie she tells herself,
A lie she tells the world.
But I’m not just anyone;
I saw through the cracks,
The cracks in her carefully built facade.
Behind those cracks were layers,
Layers of lies,
Buried beneath pain, struggle,
Loneliness, darkness,
Hatred, hopelessness,
Anger, fear, sadness,
Disgust, anxiety, boredom.
So much more was hidden behind that simple lie.
A smile she fixes on her face,
An accessory she chooses to wear.
She decides when to put it on,
When to take it off,
It’s her choice—
Or so it seems.
A choice, a voice, a chance—
Were these ever hers to have?
Maybe if she was given the time,
If she was understood,
If she was allowed to be heard,
Maybe, just maybe,
She wouldn’t have been wronged,
She wouldn’t have been hurt,
She wouldn’t be in pain,
She wouldn’t have lost hope,
She wouldn’t need to lie.
Maybe, she’d still be the girl she used to be.
onyx hearth
kind raven