She is beautiful outsyde with a smile to match her supposed happiness......

Outsyde she has everything: a car, a house, a brain,
Insyde she is dying of excruciating pain.
Insyde she is tortured by secrets still untold,
Outsyde she is encased by glory a poster girl formed by gold.
Outsyde she is lovely insyde she is grey,
Insyde she is terrified of living another day.
Outsyde she is joyous a picture perfect daughter,
Insyde her thoughts are filled with decaying corpses, impending death, and
slaughter.
Outsyde she's expected to take everything in stride,
Insyde its the very reason she slit her wrists and died.....
 
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