Beautiful Pain Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

All is not as it seems.

In pictures she is
smiling and happy;
inside she’s really
coming apart at the seams.
You never really know do you.
You never truly know;
you simply cannot judge
by the face that they show,
designer garments they wear;
the smile of pretense
or that devil-may-care,
breezy attitude.
When the lights are low
and the moon is high
only the good lord knows
what’s at unrest inside.
Reaching out to the universe,
she cries and pleads
totally immersed
in self doubts, unmet needs,
trying to figure life out.
Photos present only a fantasy
of a beautiful young girl
in her prime, in her glory;
underneath lies a different story
of another lost and frightened soul.