That Girl

You know that girl?
The girl who always smiles, and laughs, and cracks jokes?
The one who has friends and a nice family?
The girl who wears nice clothes and has a pretty smile?
The one who you talk to every day?
The girl who seems to have everything she wants handed to her?
The one who hides behind her smiles, and laughs, and friends, and family?
The girl who puts on a mask just for you?
The one with the numb heart and soul?
The girl in the corner who has sadness and insecurity etched into her features?
The one who’s wringing her hands in anxiety?
The girl who can’t seem to bring her smile to her eyes?
The one who’s sweet words seem to be hiding something dark inside?
The girl who has more scars on her heart, than on her wrists?
The one who doesn’t cut but wishes she did, so people could understand how much she hurts?
The girl who has more secrets than she can spare to tell?
The one who you judged and made fun of today?
You know that girl?
I do.
It's me.