You look at the girl; she's smiling. She's happy.

But what if I told you on the inside

she's crappy. Every night she cries herself to sleep. She's stuck in this hole that is
just too deep. She fakes a smile. She forces a laugh. You've even seen her have fun
in math. But put your phone down and look in her eyes. Then you'll see her under
the disguise. All she really wants is for someone to see. Someone to see that she is
not happy. Someone to see all the scars on her thighs. Someone to see past all her
lies. Someone to hold her and never let go. Someone to restore that joyful glow. But
alas, nobody has come their senses. So she keeps up all her false defenses.