Good Girl
That girl.
She is a good girl.
But she’s been broken too many times.
You can see the pain in her eyes, but she never cries
Shoving her worries in a closet.
She paints her lies a pretty pink.
She pulls out a costume as she throws a problem in.
Then she takes out her make-up kit again.
Look at her woven wigs of troubled lies.
Deep and knotted
What a collection of masks.
So porcelain and fake.
There has always been a certain sadness in her eyes
And she has always been rather h a l l o w
There always was that crack in her smile
Like it was forced for too long,
Broken under pressure.