Poetry

The Perfect Guise

She strides down the corridor,
With a smile; she plays her part,
No one seeing past the bright eyes
Into her numb and broken heart.

A life so full of sadness,
For a girl so sweet and pure,
Hidden troubles locked within her,
That her soul cannot endure.

Sharing her pain with her pillow,
Shedding anger with her tears,
She shies into the darkness,
Tries to frighten off her fears.

All day she lives a different life,
In her world built up from lies,
Creating a faultless illusion,
She wears the perfect guise.

So many people hurt her,
But no one seems to care,
For the fragile child inside the girl
With blue eyes and dark hair.

Innocence, lost so long ago,
Because of pain in another's heart,
She was torn between her parents,
And her life just fell apart.

Now hurt by many selfish boys,
Scarred more than anyone can see,
Caged like a bird in her hostile world,
All she wants is to be set free.

With pensive eyes she wanders,
Through a cold and lonely life,
And she feels chills all through her body,
When it contacts with the knife.

In bed she's waiting anxiously,
Hoping sleep will dry her eyes,
But with the morning sun,
She welcomes day - glad to be alive.