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Distorted shadows watch her from across the room,
No one else can see them, or so she assumes,
Colours burst, so vibrantly, then fade to grey,
It seems that she has lost her way.

Words attack the others, the ones she calls her friends,
She really wants to help them, to force their misery to end,
She tells them not to kill themselves, she can't take more suicide,
She struggles to sleep, thinking, "what if they have died?"

To the outside world, she could probably pass as normal,
An actress in a mask, happy, sweet and loyal,
Yet, she is still just another failure,
But almost anyone could save her.

Protecting those that she cares for seems to be,
More important than anything else, you see?
She wonders why she is not yet dead,
Has anyone seen what goes on in her head?