They called her beautiful
She smiled
They said she was amazing
She smiled
How could she believe it to be true when all she sees are images of women looking more than splendid.
They called her a friend
She smiled
They claimed it wasn't pretend
She smiled
How could she believe it when such loneliness ate away at her heart, when her head claimed it was lies.
They called her strong
She smiled
They called her an inspiration
She smiled.
She opened her door locked it behind her, unzipped her happy skin, hung it with the rest and fell apart, she was home and they would never know her battle.
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Andriea Munkelt
I am an amateur poetry writer, just trying to get my work out there hope you like it.
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