Pretending Act.

This is my place
filled with uncalled for pain.
This is where I live,
where my black-hole begins.
I walk down my paths,
lighted at first,but blacken when I pass.
This child was filled with natural joy,
thought everything was going her way.
All the lies made her smile until,
She discovered they weren't true.
Beginning to fill her heart and mind
with ideas of her own.
Trying to hurt herself for believing all their words.
Tears wanted to fall from her eyes.
She gasped for air and shook a bit
she developed to much anxiety to control it.
People cut their eyes at her,
Gave all glances away.
She knew they talked about her.
Trying to fix the pain
she let her emotions go
Never moving foreword
she just let it all go
and rest her head
Never was she happy again
nor sad to the visible eye
deep down inside her core
she counted her blessing
and pretended among the rest
Just like a pretending act.