Alone.

The Sad Silence.

She hides her thoughts;

she keeps them in a bottle.

She waits for the day

that she can let them out and SMILE.

The truth is, she isn't confident;

flaws don't equal beauty.

But, she stores up all the compliments

in hopes that one day

she will BELIEVE them.

Oh, how she misses you,

the way you are when you aren't with them.

She hates that she'll never, ever compare;

she longs to fit in

&& not STAND OUT.

Sometimes she cries;

sometimes she lies,

to save all of her friendships

that are only getting WORSE.

Maybe she's just paranoid.

Or, maybe it's a CURSE.

[[and sometimes she wishes that she didn't make lame attempts at any form of writing...]]

Yea, so I've just been thinking lately - actually, I am always doing that; and it's always a wide range of jumbled emotions and thoughts. But, now I can't think, so this entry is done.