on the inside...

as she sat alone in the dark,
for the 1st time
she felt afraid.
there was something bout the unusual stillness that made every little movement noticeable.

tears were dripping down her cheeks,
but she choose to ignore it.
as hurtful words linger on her thoughts like nightmares that wouldn't go away.
her mum was mad n furious,
who could blame her?
but did her actions and words be so precise n brutal?
unlike sharp spears that stab your body leaving u cold n shock,
it was more of a knife that slowly scratches u till blood flows but it still wont stop.
it may heal, but it will still leave an unforgettable scar.

sometimes she just want to run away..shut herself with all her flaws away from the world..
but where could she go?
how would she live?
its times like that when she reaslises that she is overly dependent on her parents n family.
a weakness that she never found as a problem.

she was told that she was useless,that she was inconsiderate,
she was screamed at for being a disgrace,irresponsible,spoilt n worthless.
how true is that? she always wonder...
coming from someone who knows u your whole life,
there had to be the truth.

it hurts...ALOT.
tears prick her lower lid as it gathers around forming a glass-like shield before pouring down like a light drizzle on a summer's day.

drip-drop-drip-drop...
no one cares,
all alone in the dark n still house..
no one knows...
because on the outside
she's always fine!