She.

How can she explain that she's just never enough, it seems
and she confides, only to feel guilt at the melancholy mood resulting
she's caused a new pain

feigning happiness and yet its a talent she lacks
she wants desperately not to be this way
to not feel what she feels, its not her choice
they say, 'don't cry,' with shallow voices
silently thinking its not of importance, and the hurting continues
but they don't know, they can't understand
all they see are the smiles, the laughs, never to last, for the pain runs deep
and the feelings of unworthiness flood back again
don't they see? its her release, to cry
when she's reached a point, nothing could be worse
and she's so overwhelmed with self-criticism
its impossible to focus
as all dissolves

and those who care
why must they feel as if its their fault
she cant tell them
she cant elucidate, and she feels worse
as she leads them to believe its their fault, unknowingly, accidentally
they didn't do anything
she tries to tell them, they help
she's rendered voiceless

maybe, just maybe
somewhere inside
she'll realize and return
she wishes she could, not wanting to lie to herself, yet not knowing the truth
sometimes she compromises, not wanting to cause them more pain, is it a lie
what if she tells them she's OK
what if she tells herself she's beautiful
what if she believes it
never to cry again