Mind of Another Borderline

The girl looks,dresses,acts and talks like them

has it all

bubbly attitudes when they are around

they never wonder what she's like when they're not…

I watch her, sitting in class,staring into space

blank expressions

filled with so many emotions at once

all except happiness

snaps out of it and fakes a smile to talk to friends

they never see her skin besides her face

covered in clothes on a warm day

she moves with caution as if under her cover she feels pain

flinches if someone touches her body

excuses and fake smiles I see show on her face to reassure them

would probably exclude her if they found out

but alas through her cover they could not see


her sorrow, written in blood on her skin

prooves shes not one of them…