The girl with the bow in her hair.

Invisible hands hold back the tears welled in my eye
My throat screams let them go
I beg them, please let me cry

You always complained about feeling pain
but now as you feel nothing,
It grows on your heart, a big black stain

People come and go
You smile, be friendly
They would never know

it is for them you pretend
for if they knew

They would not be able to comprehend

How does the girl with the twinkle in here eyes
and the friendliest smile
handle all these lies.

You silently thank the hands holding back your hurt
You let out a laugh
if feels like dirt

As you cover the bruises on your heart
you get ready to put on your show,
for school to start

The girl with the bow in her hair may not be crying
but on the inside
she is dying.