It was like her smile could light up a room better than the sun itself.
Her laugh was a sound that put symphonies to shame.
People who've met her say she's a diamond in the rough.
Such uncensored beauty all in one body.
Little do they know that her insides are brittle like old branches on a dying tree.
When she stares at herself, she sees nothing but loathing.
The moments of joy are nothing but decayed memories that feel so far away.
Everyday, back to back, she keeps staring at her reflection, yet it's just a blurry face filled with hatred.
She's tries to tell herself that complements are good, so she should feel good.
She no longer keeps mirrors in her house, they are meaningless to her.
The nice words of others do nothing for her.
The only thing she can rely on is the veil of sunlight she keeps glued to her face.
It doesn't matter if her insides are bitter.
They all think she's sweet like candy.
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