there's something that holds her back from saying how she really feels..but instead she keeps her mouth shut and just goes on everyday wearing her fake smile..and pretending like everything is okay..
she is sad and yeah perhaps would want people to know.. but when asked "are you okay", such people lie. "great!" "im fine." they say. when they just wish someone would look at the painted eyes and say "you are not.."
she is not trying to prove that she has no fears. yet she stands up tall, wiping her tears. This could be the most beautiful mistake.
she didn't want to admit it, it was easier to lie and hide the hurt and emptiness.. and to smile instead of cry.
she clings to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because deep within she desperately does not want to be alone. looking at all these music and writing assures her someone else out there knows exactly how shes feeling. someone does explain the things others cant. Being unsure isn't in the plans. But it's those moments, the ones where you risk it & step unknowingly into the future that assures people that life is larger than we'll ever know...
sometimes paper is the only thing that will listen.
