no one knows,

No one knows,

that the smile on her face,

isn’t real.

No one knows,

that the beautiful dresses,

that she wears every day,

are slowly choking her.

No one knows,

that the laugh she makes,

is a cry for help,

strangled,

forced.

No one knows,

behind her confident facade,

is an insecure little girl,

wrapped in chains,

banging on the doors,

crying out every time she’s laughed at.

No one knows,

because no one cares to find out.

Every one,

thinks she’s okay,

maybe even better than okay.

So know one knows...

that she hates herself,

that empty shell,

that hollow carcass,

her soul,

eaten alive,

by her own demons.