Still, smiling,
Outwardly strong...
Nothing of what she really is,
Nothing of what she really sees.

Broken heart,
Pain held too long inside.
Feelings of depression,
Sometimes too hard to confide.

Only ever done wrong,
Never really right,
Or at least shes been told so.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

Not worthy of praise,
Not deserving of freindship,
Or love.

She smiles to the world,
Telling a lie,
Living a lie,
Being a lie.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

She says shes happy,
And sometimes she is.
But other times she wants to break down and cry,
And sometimes she does.

Always around others,
Shes outwardly strong.
Face of stone,
Carved in a smile.....
But a heart of ice,
Shattered in a thosand peices.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

Shes loved and lost,
Lived and learn't,
But never truly managed,
To love herself.

She does good in school,
But its never enough.
The good ignored,
For the slightly bad.

Shes a goddess of ice,
Distant and cold;
A creature of shadow,
Whose feelings are untold.
A being of light,
Lost in the dark.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

Her problems were great,
But no one knew,
So no one could help.

One day they would consume her,
Leaving only one way out.
When that day came,
Shed pick up the knife,
Hold it with care,
Then smile peacfully,
As it plunged through her heart.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

This poor tortured child,
Very much loved,
Took two to her grave,
Where they gave their lives,
In mourning of hers.

This poor lonely child,
Who was always loved,
But never told she was good enough.

Loved so greatly,
But never knowing....
Always thinking,
"Im not good enough."

**I may be making this into a song depending on what my freind(whom would be
doing the music) says.**
 
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