A dangerous disaster hidden in a pretty box
They never look close enough to see the pain in her eyes
The world continues oblivious to her existance
one way or another
Memories of who she was once still linger
but it's a broken hope of who she can never be again
Compliments and insults blend together to
become the fabric of what they see
but they'll never see what's real
The pain she carries with her
Scars upon scars, only some of them are visable
Though she'd never let them break her
she still feels broken
she hides it well
behind a smile and a pretty face
but it's not even a shadow of what lies beneath
the tortured feeling that consumes her
when all is silent and it echos in her mind
it's only when she's alone that it's real
no need to hide it all anymore
and when she cries there's no one there to
see her tears, but they are accompanied by
contempt for being so weak so as to cry
but it's more than she can bear
so she lets it out, in her silent shame
she cries, where no one can see
how much she hurts
and when she's empty and there's nothing left
she sleeps only to wake again
she greets dawn with contempt for having to
face another day but she puts on her pretty face
and throws on a smile so they'll never who
she really is, they'll never see the pain she feels
they'll never know what lies beneath or just how
dark her depths truly are