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Party Girl
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I see people everyday.
All cut and bruised.
That’s real abuse they say.
You live in a nice house.
That’s what people say.
You have plenty of food and a place to stay.
I also have mental abuse.
Night and day.
But no-one see that.
No bruises to see.
No cuts to display.
Just mental scares that will never fade away.
People look everyday.
But never really see.
The hurt in my eyes.
My half hearted smile.
I’m out all the time.
No-one questions why.
Always up for a party.
That’s what they cry.
Never once questioning way.
I’m the first to arrive at a party.
And the last to leave.
What a party girl.
They all cheer.
I cover my hurt.
Fake laughter and cheers.
Everything's perfect.
Until it’s time to leave.
My heart sinks as I say my goodbyes.
I prey it’s late.
I prey everyone is asleep.
So I can lay in my bed.
Without tears in my eyes.
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