She is a Happy Person.

In a world, lives a girl.

In a world, thats big and wide
lives a girl who's weird.
She's a flower in a graveyard,
She's not what she appears.

In a world so strict and harsh
lives a girl divergent.
In the army of plastics,
she is the insurgent.

In a world of hate and loathe,
lives a girl who loves.
Who shares her theories with everyone,
Until they've heard enough.

But in her bubble of love,
she really doesn't see.
How past the happy and surreal,
how plastic she can be.

In a world so big and wide,
lives a girl who sneers.
She laughs at what others feel,
she's not what she appears.

In a world so strict and harsh,
lives a girl, who's the same.
She thinks she's happy all alone,
but all she wants is fame.

In a world of hate and loathe,
lives a girl who's sly
Feigning care and honesty,
when all she does is lie.

In a world that feeds on pain,
and misery as its feast.
Lives a girl who enjoys it all,
to please her inner beast.