Literature
dearest girl,
dear girl,
you're always smiling through the haze of pain, smiling because you can't bear to let others worry over you. you're always laughing to cover up that sorrow, because you know that people would prefer to hear that light happy sound than your heart wrenching sobs. you're storing it up inside that tiny bottle inside your heart, all the pain, anger, hurt and frustration, until you're certain that any day now, that tiny bottle is going to crack and break.
you only ever look into the mirror to see the imperfections, the blemishes, the over sized thighs and not-quite-so-flat stomach. you never see how your hair is the deepest shade of au