The troubles keep
Piling up
Making her blood boil
Her head pound
Making her hand
Roll into a ball
But she will
Smile like
Nothing’s wrong
But then questions
Are being asked
Rumors are
Being spread
Before the truth
Can catch up
To the end
And all she does
Is talk like
Everything’s alright
The insults
Knock the wind
Out her lungs
Making her eyes watery
Manipulating
Her mind
But she acts like
Its all just a
Bad dream
Her mind starts to
Wonder
Trying
To pin point
The minute
Things went
Wrong
Making her heart ache
Wanting to cry
And hide
But she just
Stands up
With her chin held
High
Pretending like
It’s not hurting her
Inside