Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me! Every part of her screamed silently. Her smile, her laugh, the glint in her eyes when she spoke, everything. A wordless plea, begging the world around her to look beyond the joyful facade, To look deeper and see that not everything was as fine as she claimed, She longed to hear the words "it's okay to not be fine" whispered to her, O she longed to hear them, For someone to look at her and see through the lies she told about being alright, To hear the silent screams pourin
