February 8, 2013
this loud, boisterous laughter
deceives as much as it booms.
beneath this steel exterior,
lies a girl not quite fixed together.
she tries and she tries,
but she just can’t get it right.
this thing called sinking sadness,
the other chronic pain,
are pulling her down altogether.
but everyone around her,
cannot quite comprehend
the melancholy that’s in her.
why so weak? they’d think.
but they don’t know any better.
that if they were in her shoes,
they’d crumble like earthquake rubble.