I know I should be updating A Secret For All or Not One To Be Forgotten, but I heard this song and had a brain spark. I'm sure we all have these moments, when you think of something and have to write it? Yea, one of those, I hope you like it!

Character not specified, I think you can figure it out though.

Disclaimer: I have suddenly become the owner of Code Lyoko! Not really, I don't own Code Lyoko -sigh- or the song Stand Still, Look Pretty.

I want to paint my face,

And pretend that I am someone else,

Sometimes I get so fed up,

I don't even wanna look at myself,

She threw herself at her bed. Another day over, another day full of the crazy everyday life of your average teen schoolgirl. She lay, face down on her bed, her arms shielding her face from the world.

But people have problems that are worse than mine,

I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time,

And I hate the way you look at me I have to say,

I wish I could start over,

It's not so bad; you just gotta learn to laugh it off. That's what everyone told her. She had, laughing it off on the outside, but inside it wasn't so easy.

I am slowly falling apart,

I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start,

And you may think it's easy being me,

You just stand still, look pretty,

There was a knock at the door.

"Hello?" The muffled voice was unrecognizable.

"Go away." She replied into her bed sheets, not daring to look up, because she knew that any moment now, the pain she had pretended to laugh away for the past few days would come back, doubly as strong as before.

"You sure?" The muffled voice sounded concerned.

"Yes." She replied forcefully, lifting her head to glare at the door.

Sometimes I find myself shaking,

In the middle of the night,

And then it hits me and I can't,

Even believe this is my life,

Footsteps echoed softly down the hall, slowly disappearing. Only when all human sounds were gone, were the tears allowed to flow down her face. They'd never said that it would be easy, but she'd never counted on the cruelty of the human teenager.

But people have problems that are worse than mine,

I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time,

And I wish that everyone would go an shut their mouth,

But I'm not strong enough to deal with it,

You get used to it eventually. There was a sentence she had heard way too many times in the past week. They had lived with this all their lives; did they even know what it was like? They must, but it didn't feel like it.

I am slowly falling apart,

I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start,

And you may think it's easy being me,

You just stand still, look pretty,

Ignore them. That was something else she had heard just a little too often. Most off hand reassurances like that had begun to lose their initial value to her. They came and went without a second glance; but no better reassurances were ever offered, so she was forced to sit here after classes, and cry away the tears that were formed when she pretended to brush away the wounds of life. Too bad that wounds don't brush away so easily.

I am slowly falling apart,

I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start,

And you may think it's easy being me,

You just stand still, look pretty,