Bruised

She's drowning in her world of fears, in the world tears.

Too often lately, she slips into the mode of depression.

Unable to live up reality, falling uncontrollably, she's desperately trying, her stubborn self refusing.

But the harder she tries, the more pain she experiences.

A pain of uncertainty, a pain inflicted from within.

Who is she? What is she? She no longer has a clue.

For all she hears are perceptions of her inability to feel pain, her ability to live a smile.

A smile without its literal meaning, a smile forced to deceive.

So nobody sees her, nobody knows what's going on wrong with her.

Don't try reading, cause just when you thought you've figured out, she's actually been on the run, feeding your ego with stories you've written, hiding from you, keeping her truth.