There’s this girl I know….
She takes the bus with me everyday to work
Hides the scars behind polite “Hello’s” and friendly gestures
Talks about the weather and cooking receipes
Takes her high heels off and runs towards dead ends
Covers the pain behind her make up
Always posing in a politicly correct manner
Trying to please everyone
At parties she smiles gracefully
and never leaves your cup empty.
You’ll see her streaming through the halls
serving meals when trully all she serves is her head upon the plates.
Lives an ordinary life, having an unordinary way of living
Behaves in an ordinary way, having an unordinary way of thinking.
She plays the part so well, as it is expected of her.
But when the night comes, she stares in the mirror
and silently screams, leaving the tears unattended.
She takes off her high heels and runs towards dead ends even more fiercefully.
She knows she’s been transparent all her life
So lucid that noone took the time to see into her, just through her.
There’s this girl I know
she has been taking the same bus as me for years now
maybe in the end we’ll come down at the same stop………