HE SAID, SHE SAID.
Brokenhearted yet she doesn’t show it. She moves and she sways with words and the wind. She had fallen soft like a leaf, yet hard enough to break her wishes. It is autumn in her world; no one seems to notice. No one cares, but she plays with a smile. It’s like an invisible barrier around her pain. She does her best to keep up the part; a little masquerade only hurts the hidden.
She dances like a nymph through the halls and the trees, if only for an escape of the bitter reality. The music plays rhythmically; repeating the tune as she sings to herself throughout the day like clockwork. She is fine; she continues to say, her mind not even close to believing her own joke. She is happy that no one knows. She thinks it is better off this way, trapped in a sea of her own invisible tears. She thinks that no one will ever care about her again, but who is she kidding? She has a life to live. She tries not to think that she is just someone’s torn garbage meant