Standing from the outside,
And looking on in,
You would never assume,
That she dies from within,
Her beautiful skin,
Once so pretty and clear,
Hides lies and betrayal,
Through scars riddled pink,
Gone are her dreams,
Of a normal said life,
She's a walking secret,
And hiding in shame,
Her friends did dear wonder,
How could she do such a thing,
Their words of assurances,
Did not help a thing,
Bu she smiled and laughed,
And assured them all: fine,
She turned her back,
And swallowed the pain,
Hoping sheer ignorance,
Will save her from grace,
Looking in from the outside,
You would never assume a thing.





 
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