See that girl?
The one with the pretty smile?
You say you know her.
You think you know her.
But you don't.
Nobody really does.
Her smile is a mask,
Permanently glued on
To fool others.
Her eyes are pretty,
Aren't they?
A warm chocolate brown
That melts deliciously in the sunlight
To a burnt honey.
But what else do you see?
Do you see
A scarred, frightened soul
Desperately crying out for help?
Do you see
A deep well of darkness
Full of pain and nightmares,
Posioning everything within it?
Do you see
A broken, helpless little girl
Screaming silent screams
Through her sewn shut mouth?
No, because all you want to see
Is the girl
With the pretty smile.
