Appearances

I feel like Wybie from Coraline,

a smile sewn on my face.

Fooling everyone in sight.

Tears of frustration stain my cheeks as I'm forced to hold back what I want to say.

Guilt scratching at the base of my throat....

waiting for the harsh words to slip past the thread.

They don't care, so why should I?

A question that haunts my soul.

Bruised lips...

Weary eyes...

And a very heavy heart.

I've grown into a woman, but the girl in me is still exhausted.

Frustration and stress move swiftly, as if they are dancing the Tango.

Stomping on my fingers and toes as I try to crawl my way out.

I'm beaten down with words... each one picked out so precisely just to upset me.

That smile... letting everyone know that I'm okay, never leaves my face.

People believe it to be true.

They believe the lie... or maybe they just don't care enough to see the needle and thread.