Are they happy? The people I see in the hallways. The people who seem to have the brightest smiles. The people with all the popularity, money, and expensive clothes. The people I always wanted to be. Are they happy? The girls who cry because only when they stain their favorite dresses. Are they happy? The people who don't have to experience the real world because they're hidden in a bubble? Are they happy? I hope they are.
Am I happy? The girl I see in the mirror? The girl with the broken smile. The girl with 3 friends, a job on the weekends, and hand-me-down clothes. The girl I never wanted to be. Am I happy? The girl who cries because she would rather die feeling like nothing than waiting to be something. Am I happy? The girl who is afraid to experience the world again, so she hides herself behind walls. Am I happy?
Yes. Yes I am.
