“Nothing is wrong” she says assuredly,
Turning her eyes away so you can’t see red rims,
“Everything’s fine” she laughs playfully,
Moving her face to the side as her smile dims.
“I’m not hiding anything” she protests earnestly,
As she tugs her sleeve lower over her arms,
“It’s nothing” she denies smilingly,
As you see grooves of nail marks on her palms,
“I’m not scared” she shakes her head fervently,
While her clutching fingers turn white
“Don’t worry” she pleads beseechingly,
As she stays awake all night,
“I’ll be better tomorrow” she claims hopefully,
As tears leak unseen on her pillow
“I’m okay” she lies whisperingly,
The truth they won’t ever know.