She laughs & it lights up the room.
To everyone she is so alive, so spirited, so bright.
She smiles & she talks, she touches their hands & their hearts.
She’s witty and charming, she’s great hair & teeth.
She knows how to hold a crowd & she does.
She locks them in with words & a tight grasp.
Everyone loves her, they must.
So she can’t let them see.
Behind that laughter is a story.
A dark night, a raging sea, thunder rolling over everything.
Inside her chest there is a battle,
She must fight.
Beauty vs. self doubt
She closes her eyes and sits on the side, helpless.
both sides so hungry, looking for a win
These tiny soldiers striking within.
Her ribcage rattles, her heart is caving in.
One deep breath & it all begins.
As if in slow motion the two sides collide,
A bolt of lightening slicing through her sides.
All this time she’s smiling, keeping you engaged.
This girl is good, you think, so you say,
“Such a charming girl”
But she’s set in her ways.
She’s something else.
But she never flinches, she never loses your gaze.
Poised as she’ll ever be.
All of this so you will never know,
There’s a storm raging inside me.