Poetically Not Poetic

Just like me

Happines is silence,

beauty is a pain.

Smiles are pure fantasy,

to hide away the strain.

You look into her eyes,

and all you'll see is

hurt and betrayal.

For she was once a happy,

and bubbly girl.

Now her bubble burst,

and reality hurled.

Where is she?

She doesn't know.

She wanders off in her mind,

often confused

where did her life lie?

In the shadows of pain?

Or in the riches of gain?

She's still alive,

wanderin.

Her thoughts enclosed her,

in a cage.

She paces about,

with tugging restrains.

Who was she?

She was a girl,

just like me.