On the outside looking in

People on the outside say

shes happy

she loves her life

she is loved

she has a great family

but no one knows the inside

no one knows that shes not happy

no one knows she hates her life

and no one knows she thinks she can never be loved

but yet people still talk about her torments her still tries to tear her down

but how do u tear down something that's been destroyed

how do u hurt something with no feelings

why do people assume because u don't say anything u cant hear

why do people yell things and then say it wasn't about u

why do people assume things about you and never realize there wrong

how can someone look at the outside you and assume that the inside is the same

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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