You Don’t Know Her
it angers me that so many people claimed
that they knew her
understood her
mourned with her
when they are ignorant to what she believed,
or fought for. they didn’t recognize the fake
smile that played on her lips, or the way her
eyes gradually got dimmer over time.
they looked at the surface, and barely
glanced at the roots.
they chose to hear genuine laughter when in
actuality she was one more tear away
from crumbling
they decided to focus on her galling
tendencies instead of wondering if it was her
way of covering up a hidden scar.
don't you dare cry at her funeral because
the truth is you never knew her.
you choose to study a version of her
that suited your interest temporarily,
not who she really was.
don't cry for a girl you barely know because
how can you truly mourn when you don't
even know what you've lost?
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