she surrounds herself with things she's done to prove to the world that she is worth the attention and love.
she laughs loudly and often to show that she can take up space and to tell the world that she is still here.
she collapses on her bed at the end of the day to try and rest, the façade, it is tiring to hold up.
she cries herself to sleep and when she slips into a dream, she cries there too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem