the pain seeps down her rosy cheeks.
there's no way of finding
what she so desperately seeks.

heavy tears roll down her ugly face.
as she looks in the mirror,
they pick up a faster pace.

when all her thoughts come together,
instead of silently suffering,
she would scream and fall into a bottomless pit much rather.

she would run a mile in a second.
she would catch an arrow with her heart.
she would swallow a knife.
with no doubt she would give up her life.

she would do anything for anyone.
everything for everyone.

except for her own self.
for herself she couldn't care less.

she wears her kindness as a dress.
she hates to see herself slip out of it as
soon as she faces stress.

her heart rests on her palm.
she didn't hestitate to hand it over
to a special someone.
but now she's scared to do it again.

scared and scarred.

but still she acts happy and puts on a smile.
she doesn't want anyone to see her
scared and scarred.

she pretends she isn't,
but on herself, she's hard.

© maritamrvica