She wears a mask.
Hopeing it will last.
I see past the wall.
Hope she will not fall.
She is in an honors' class. Science.
Still she holds back in silence.
I want to help her.
I need to help her.
Together, at school, we have Latin.
Her esteem is quickly being flattened.
She says she's not intelligent.
I knew what this really meant.
I hear her say she's fine.
That response was once mine.
And i know it's just a lie.
I want to give her the love that she needs.
I know she needs it. The lost one was once me.
I tried to find the surface on my own.
My inner voice is still finding it's tone.
I long to feel.
I can only hope that this is real.
