She--Paola

She’s in her room. Laying down with a blank stare on her face. Her mind takes over. She soon became overwhelmed. Tears commenced to stream down her face. Knowing her family was in the other room and wanting to avoid the “what happened” or “are you okay” she remained tranquil. She knew if she were to answer that question it would always be “yes, I’m okay”. Even though she clearly wasn’t. She soon fell asleep from the mental and physical exhaustion. She woke up the next morning ready for school.  With makeup to hide her puffy eyes and a smile to hide her despondency she was ready for the day in the hell we call high school. She would rome the halls, head held high with a smile from ear to ear. No one suspected any sign of her unhappiness. She gave no reason to. Her goal in life was to always make people happy, to feel good about themselves, and to always be that person that someone goes to for advice. But, always worrying about the happiness of others lead her to not have time for her own. Emotions spread like wildfire. If one person felt or looked dejected, so did another. So, she made it her goal to always be that joyful person for the sake of others. She kept this act up long enough and it soon became too much of a burden to carry upon herself. She grew lonely. She had complications of her own but she never shared them with any one. It made her feel selfish speaking of her own troubles. She wanted to help, not be helped. But her complications grew stronger and kept piling up. One after the other. Nothing seemed to be going right and it drove her over the edge. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was at home, alone, with no one around. She sat there crying and thinking. Her mind conquered all and lead her to do things past her boundaries. She raided the kitchen cabinets in search of something that could rid of her unhappiness once and for all. With no one to stop her she continued to search. And at last, she found what she was looking for, the only thing that could ever make her happy……… food.