That Girl

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll be the one with the mean tough exterior

that the society will determine if she’s tough enough

with one glance, one tweet, one post.

But she’s just a soft misunderstood creature

hiding in a shell of insecurities.

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody can see the pain behind her bright blue sea eyes

that rips and tears and breaks her pink young flesh apart

until she crashes on her weak wounded knees

as salty rivers flow down her rosy red cheeks.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll survive after she’s been misused and abused

by her mama’s boyfriend who thinks she’s just a puppet

to pull strings and play with as he pleases

then throws her sagging body back into the dark corner

where she’ll continue to say “I’m fine”

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody considers asking how she’s doing

in this rollercoaster of a cruel world

because everyone blatantly assumes that she’s happy

with that pearly white smile acting as a facade.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll get invited to the biggest party on that friday night

but always will be locked in her prison of a house

to take care of her twin sister who will be sleeping silently

and wake with a rush of twitching nerves

as she has her next seizure.

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody knows that her toxic infused mother

ditches and drags her heartless body to the bar

because she can’t stand the fact that her daughter

does not find attraction towards boys.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll be bright and dandy when the crowd surrounds her

and break down with a knot in her stomach at home

after her childhood best friend’s vital functions

stopped working as she bled out in a fatal car crash

when she was the only one who cared.

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody knows that at every torturous family gathering,

every holiday, every birthday, her greedy ungrateful grandmother

insults every flaw that only the naked eye can see

as if the girl didn’t have self-confidence issues without her help.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll lock herself along with her heavy heart in her room

of abandonment and security when she can’t bear the hurt.

With a blade, she writes in silver as it comes out red

and she wipes the streaked tears that are burned into her skin

with all of her pain turning to numbness.

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody notices that her grades are dropping

or senses her personality going down the drain

as pain and sorrow tuck her in every night

as tears run blood along her veins.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll momentarily smile as her little helpless brother

comes home with a drawing of her,

thanking her for being the only motherly figure

then again her heavy head drops like a bag of bricks

as the depression kicks back in.

Everybody knows that girl.

Nobody knows that she keeps her mouth stitched shut

about her stepfather sticking needles and popping pills

because he brings the necessary paper of greed

to keep her family alive although she’s dieing inside.

Everybody knows that girl.

She’ll be on her computer one lonesome night

and see a facebook post bashing her weight.

She grabs a rugged rope from her basement

and ties it to a rusty water pipe, her head in a loop.

And steps off her cliff of misery, leaving the pain behind.

Everybody knows that girl.

But never knew what she was going through.

Her head was always in a constant swirl

but that one mean post made her over the edge blue.