Everyone thinks she's happy.
But she finds herself crying when she's in her room.
Tears fall one by one running down her cheeks,
1,2,3,4...
She cries because she's scared to be all alone.
Scared maybe she already is.
So she cries her heartout.
Cries til her eyes sting
Til she can't cry anymore.
Then she just sits, counting the dots on her tearsoaked pillow
1,2,3,4...
Til she can pull herself together.
Then she stands back up on her feet.
She knows it'll be okay because God's looking over her.
So she heads back into the world,
taking steps toward the door,
1,2,3,4...
Roxy Gonro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-2-3-4-2/
