Sweet Denial


Pretty little hands,
sweet little smile,
she'll answer your commands
and never be hostile.
You would never guess
and you'd never know
that she is weighted with stress
and her life is at a low.
Pull up her sleeves
and look into her eyes.
Scars and cuts are what she leaves;
pain and tears, she denies.
When the sunshine passes
and night comes alive,
her emotions come in masses
with her fear to survive.
Pick up the knife,
blood trickles and flows.
No one knows that this is her strife:
The monster inside has arose.
Pretty little hands,
sweet little smile.
Swallow the pills-she understands
and closes her eyes for a while.

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