a girl was walking home,
the sky roared and hints of rain dropped down.
she saw another girl, one of about the same age,
crying on the curb.
"are you alright?" she asked the sobbing adolescent.
"I am smart,
I am beautiful,
and
I am confident."
the girl walking home become very confused,
she put on a fake smile.
"then what could possibly be wrong?"
she wiped the mascara from her cheeks.
"I'm a liar, and sick of it. I am none of those, just a liar."
they never did see each other again.
