She was

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she was full of happiness
she was so innocent and pure
she was full of hope and dreams
she used to be the kid that was so sure

all grown up so mature and beautiful
she looks in the mirror and sighs
"you're so pretty"... "i love your eyes"
that's all they say but it's all lies

head down, eyes closed... "you're not tall"
"you're not pretty"... "you're not even smart"
She covers her eyes and block them out
She shouldnt listen or she'll fall apart

she lays in bed, staring up
she longs the days of joy
tears start and they won't stop
she feels like a toy

getting played and being used
is her pain and her demons amuse

a/n

i wrote this initialy as homework but ended up not using it so i just revised it to was it is now.

-shey

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