Falling Tears,
Wiping them leaves smears,
Removing the tears,
Doesn't remove the fears,

The dreams that never were,
Never truly meant anything to her,
She gets pushed around,
Her sobs are the only noticable sound,

She doesn't have any hopes,
All day she sits around and mopes,
She used to have dreams,
Now they're just silent screams,

Everyone thinks that its just an act,
All her happiness that she lacked,

She hates being around people,
People treat her like crap,
Her heart is like a maze, with more then one trap,
She sits around, her hands on her lap,

If she takes one wrong step,
It's ruined and lost, in one mishap,
When she goes home all she can do is cry,
She wishes that the world wasnt such a lie.
 
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