The Real Her
She walks around the place,
with a fake smile upon her face.
She looks at her wrists and her cuts are hidden,
as she knows that self harming is forbidden.
No one sees the real her,
the feelings and thoughts she has do reoccur.
Sometimes she wonders what people close to her would say,
if they knew she cries each and everyday.
Her pain goes unoticed,
no one can tell,
she looks like an angel,
but she's living through hell.