10.17.13


Looking through the window
Of a broken soul
But from the outside,
You would never know

All of what happens within.
You could never tell
Anything was out of place

Shattered in fact.

You would never know,
Just how bad it got,
Because it was hidden

Behind a seemingly happy face.

You would never know
That behind that face,
Tears were shed,
Tragedies were prevalent

And behind that face of resiliency,

All that was needed,
Was the feeling of being needed.

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