maybe she’s not fine.
maybe her words are just lies
said to satisfy your belief.
maybe you’re naive
if you think she tells the truth
while her arms bear the proof
of the pain within
that’s now etched upon her skin.
maybe she says she’s okay
because she’s scared you won’t stay
and she finds it so hard
to let down her guard.
maybe she’s convinced herself
that she doesn’t need help
she can do it on her own
it’s better that way, if she’s alone.
maybe she hasn’t been happy in so long
that a smile just feels wrong.
maybe nobody would realize
it gets harder each day to open her eyes.
maybe she feels so numb
she can’t tell what she’s running from.
maybe it’s easier to ignore
the fact nobody cares anymore.
her well practiced grin
or lies about how she’s been
are the reasons she
convinces you so easily.
but what must happen first
before you recognize the hurt?