smoke and mirrors

Honestly, 

I'm impressed. 

By my ability to be who she wants me to be.

How she doesn't have to pull my strings anymore. 

I just...become. 

I become the girl with the pretty smile.

I become the girl with the infectious laugh. 

I become whoever she needs me to be. 

What they never see,

what they never hear 

is who 

she really is. 

The girl with the scars.

The girl with wounds that run so deep, they are never uncovered. 

The girl who is barely afloat and almost never made it out once again. 

The girl who has had time to heal but whose wounds never recovered. 

Her aching never treated only concealed, 

by the girl she needed to be.