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Like the moon, half of her was always hidden
In fear that her thoughts may tumble out, unbidden
To look at she’s perfect, brave and unbreakable
But inside she’s caving, her anxiety unmistakeable
A solitary soldier, her lines are well versed
“Its nothing” “Im fine” the lies like a curse
She's gotten so good at putting on a show
She has almost forgotten how to stop and let go
How do you break a habit, when its become who you are
The image you project, but no one see’s the internal scar
No one really knows, because you act just the same
And next thing your spiralling, with no one else to blame
It shouldn't have to be this way, she shouldn't have to hide
Whats going on inside her head, the way she feels inside
If people would just take the time, to listen and understand
The maybe she wouldn't feel so lonely, drowning on dry land
Published by Aoife Moore Kavanagh
7 years ago 
