Crumpled.

You think she's a drama queen.
You don't see the trials she's seen.
The things she fights to hide.
When she's all cut up inside.

She sits against the wall-
Silent screams unknown to all
There's little that she can do
She lets you believe it's hullabaloo

She runs, but there's nowhere to hide.
Nowhere safe to rest.
She's cracking up inside,
Still, she laughs and smiles and jests.

She's too proud to confess,
Too proud to show her tears.
You'll never be able to guess
Her sorrows and her fears.

If only You were here again,
To take her by the hand.
To ebb the throbbing pain
To let her make amends.

This and That and Those
The constant lines she toes
And if she should choose to end it all
Would You catch or watch her fall?