On the other side of the glass i don't recognize the face staring back at me, with wilted eyes shes so sad, but to the people walking past, shes just a pretty face and a smile that she makes last..
But if they only knew the pain that grew..
You cant see threw the glass, just like others that shall pass, because things so true to you are blinding threw and threw.
It seems some time goes by, this girl i see thought to cry, but she held her tears back, and put on her smile she makes last. But if they only knew the pain that grew.
Suddenly i see opening doors, the wind on my face as the winter warms, child's laughter and mothers scorns, reality more and more. I say to the girl who enters the bus, i as many other occupy, you can sit here, last seat available, reality more and more, but to the people present and past, shes just a pretty face and a smile she forces to last.
I take my seat, and in ways thank myself, one seat available, reality more and more, i felt the need to cry, but i held back my tears and put on my smile i so effortlessly make last. but if they only knew the pain in me that grew, i see opening doors, time to go home, reality more and more.
-Samantha
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