She Cries

In the mist of

all her smiles.

A little girl

hides inside.

Her heart once a rose,

In all its beautiful,

Splendor,

Crushed by an

Over bearing fate.

Once a perfectionist,

And now perfecting

her hate.

She walks around attached,

to a,

Puppeteer's strings,

Her meaningless

smiles,

Never coming from,

Within.

She cries,

But no tears fall.

Her sadness etched,

On her porcelain face.

Her pain non-existent,

In the eyes of her

friends,

But what is this world,

But a superficial place.

And so she bleeds

Inside,

Her pretty face,

A mask of forced smiles.

Her eyes but,

Two black holes,

Of eternal darkness,

And so inside,

She cries.