Me

A girl. Shes suffering. She wants to help everyone around her. Honestly, its killing her. She can't go on much longer. She walks home and that hardend smile that has been there all day, fades away. A tear slowly escapes down her cheek. At least she made someone happy today. Not even a thank you. She doesn't expect anything from others anymore, shes used to taking care of herself. As she walks through her door, she drops the heavy burden of school on the floor and walks silently to her room. Shes hurt. How much longer can she do this before she cracks? Will anyone notice? Will anyone care? Letting the tears flow freely now, she sits on her bed and stares at her hands. She never lets anyone see her cry. 5:30 P.M. Mom's home. She hears the car pull into the car port outside and she quickly wipes the tears from her eyes. getting up, she meets her mom in the middle of the living room. "How was your day, mom?" The girl asked. "Long and hateful, how was yours, sweetie?" The girls mom didn't even acknowledge her daughter was there. "Fine." The girl replied.