She

Found this and thought i'd share..

I know this girl. She is strong but fragile on the inside. She worries but never lets it show. To the world life is perfect, and perfect is what it will remain. There are days when I see her smile stretched from ear to ear, and those white teeth almost blinding me from the truth… and there, as I look a little closer I can see the glistening of her hurting soul trying to escape from those perfect almond shaped eyes. The tears were building up. Battle after battle with herself, she cried on the inside. Afraid to let go. Quick on her feet. She was always ready to run. It was her specialty. She would run to new beginnings, new ideas, new reasons, anything new just to have that fresh start. I look at her and I see the hurt she carries. Its wearing her thin and its beginning to show. With each step she takes its almost like a layer of skin that is slowly decomposing to nothing. This emptiness shadows her every move. She is lost.