The girl in front line

Everyone thinking she’s just perfect but never get to see the behind the scenes Just like the making of a movie Lots of errors made but still comes out good I am not perfect she wish she could scream out but the voice only brings it out as a whisper No one could see the hidden struggles Nor hear the tinniest sound of those cries

The hyping wasn’t helping She gets not to know somethings but no one gets to understand that

Upfront pressure Right at the front line Fear of the gossips that comes with failing And the fake empathy which could even be from the closest so called friends A Demi_ plié in her kneels causing the heel of the feet flat on the floor which the world sees as failure Words starts to come in and her fears suddenly came into reality Words that pierces the heart

Just like a dagger

But those who pierced her heart couldn’t see through her

They couldn’t see the pains which only her body organs could relate to

Those heavy eyes almost on their knees begging for sleep

And even others which only she knows

The pain of neglecting other things she derives joy from

because of the fear she get to see her self live in

And how the consequences of such would could affect her

But now she’s left with 2 choices

Giving up or perseverance

She checked the front cover of this particular book she was holding

She saw ‘Essential ’ on it

Hmmm

She sighed and brought out

a pen and a small note for jotting

I can’t give up she said

And this time

The voice was loud enough