High heels, nice dress
Glitz & glam, no stress
Look at her and you’ll know
What its like to have God’s bless
She treads on rose beds, they say
Has all for what one could ever pray,
She’s living through a never ending day,
But knows nobody she’s in love with the moon,
She may smile and play, carries in heart a typhoon
Behind the illusion of perfection,
A thousand wounds are hidden,
She paints her scars with a make up brush
In mascara filled eyes tears always rush
A smile adorns her face
But the soul has an ever vacant space
Always feels out of place
Darkness holds her in its cold embrace
“You have everything not a single plight in sight”
“Then why can I ever not fall asleep at night?”


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