And into the world stared these gleaming blue eyes
Which she saw past its dimension and only despised
This beauty she portrayed everyone had seen
but disguised sadness she made it serene
The greatest flaw that had filled her heart
Perfection only the beginning, just the start
With brown stringy long hair hit right beneath her waist
Glass mirror she had feared she now turned to face
The pale white skin was now deep within her reflection
An enemy she had seen, with this girl had no connection
Tears streamed down and began to hit the sink
Matched the blood that seeped now combining to pink
Cutting she thought was her only escape
From the horrid memory of her Elusive rape
The outer canvas had just been a mask
Deep happiness was all but a task.
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Poetry"Just because you had some bad chapters in your life doesn't mean your story can't end well. Turn the page and never look back. " "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" T.S Elliot
