Before

A sorry sight; a bad night.
Mascara running down her cheeks,
her eyes bloodshot from crying.
She locks herself in the bathroom stall,
hiding up against a wall.
The beauty hidden
behind the makeup.
Strong for so long,
it was only a matter of time
before.
Before she broke down,
before she cracked.
For some reason
no one could see
the anger she held in.
No one understood
what they were doing
to her.
And before she cracked,
before she fell,
all she wanted
was someone to tell.