She'd lie so just people won't ever need to see her dark side that coexist with her fragile self. No, she doesn't feel like crying. No, it's okay even if they hurted her. No, she doesn't feel tired. Her facade refrains us from seeing her demons, don't you understand? She had a hard time coping with her ghosts and blurs of figures so she keeps us away, build walls for us from having to face them. But sometimes, it spills.
She'd walked home with her friends but in silence perhaps because she can't bring herself to talk up that dry-throated voice. It gives away her weaknesses and it's something she swore not to do. Never letting her guards down and she just want a way out. Fast.
Maybe if we could turn back to when she was a little kid, and show her all the innocence she used to had, then she would change her mind about this. Or maybe that was it, "ever since my old self went lost, I was dead and everything else is posthumous." It was close.
If only she could find a place so safe, not a single tear, where her mind will get crystal clear, would she start to realize happiness was all around her and it's just her too afraid to let her walls down. Never risking what she has. Afraid to lose them. Would she embrace her differences and would she embrace the reject part?
