No one understands her.
Every day is the same.
Get up, face the world, pretend.
Pretend everything's fine.
Pretend she's happy.
Pretend to feel something.
I am that girl.
I am happy, social, normal.
I am sick, fat, ugly.
I am reversible. But the ugly is hidden inside.
I am a balloon.
One day, the heat's going to be too much
and it might just-
pop.