Different

It's a long time since she felt happiness. The pain inside her was creeping back, slowly into her vulnerable mind; making her feel worse than before. She confused, lost and in total blackness. She knows she needs help, but who cares enough to help her? Who is willing to listen to her real story? Who is brave enough to look past the fake smiles and actually see the pain in her eyes? Who is curious enough to ask her as to why does she always use sarcasm and humor as a defense mechanism? NOBODY. People notice, people wonder but no one cares enough to take time to know the real person beneath the mask she wears.

Nobody knows how different she is

The mask she portrays is not afraid

Not full of pain, or even ashamed

She smiles and all of those ignorant fools believe

Of course nothing could be wrong with her

Her eyes are dry, she does not shed tears

For that gift was taken away from her, dear

She laughs and talks and plays along

Keep on existing as if nothings wrong

Nobody knows how different she really is

The inside of her is hollow and empty

Do not fret my dear, for she do not want your pity

She's hurt and broken beyond repair

Her heart is shattering and full of despair

She's bloodied and beaten and not really living

She's just going through the motions and continue existing

She's scared and lost, clueless as can be

Nobody knows how different she is And that will never change.