There is nothing wrong with her
She is always so happy
So cheerful
So helpful
She's perfect
That's what they all say
Well they are all wrong
They have no idea what they are saying
They don't see the tragic war raging on inside her fragile body
The tears stuck on her eyelids
The hatred under her skin
She hides that all with a smile
The slight curl of her lips
The crinkles beside her eyes
Such a sneaky thing
How can a simple thing be so deceiving?
