People say she's a beauty
She hears it all the time.
But when she thinks about herself,
She just can't tell why.
She looks into the mirror
Wishing for perfection
She straightens her hair
and then frowns at her reflection
She throws the mirror down
It shatters on to the floor
She runs to her bed crying;
She can't take it anymore
She wants a REAL smile
And wishes she was cool
You think she is happy,
But that's really just a lie,
Her insecurities and pains
are hidden in disguise.
She goes to the bathroom,
Shuts the door
She picks the pieces of glass
and joins 'em together
A puzzle made of glass
She starts to think, she thinks a lot
Then she remembers of her past
she remembers that when she was little
no body was mean,
she was able to do what ever she wanted,
the stress level wasn't much.
She still sitting on the cold bathroom tiles then
glues together the pices of glass and sees:
She is a broken girl in a broken world forced to fake a smile.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
