She’s boiling in her own skin.
Tapping her finger faster and faster,
her rage grows like a tulip on steroids.
Can’t take it anymore, but what is she to do?
She’s stuck in this plan with no escape route.
No emergency exit.
How have things come to this and how has she tumbled down this path?
The sun shines around her, people smile and life goes on.
Her outside is only a facade.
She is stuck in this shell and can’t change it.
Taking each step as she was taught to, she continues on.
Forcing smiles, forcing laughter; forcing life.