Little girl

you wear a plastered smile, pretending everythings okay, when the plaster should be covering your wound. and making things okay.. hehe ;) new inspiration to a poem! People do notice, but often dont say, but it makes thing s a little harder, when you lock your feelings away.. share you pain with someone, and move on
no way of going back, because the stairs are no longer there, all you can do is plummit, or move ahead instead..