Sometimes a pretty face
Holds back a troubled mind
A fate no one chose
Not even her
As one might have thought.
She feels misunderstood and hated
And knows why.
She leads on a life that isn't hers
While her friends pat her on the back
Saying she's fine.
I know better.
She knows better.
What she really wants is to erase.
Erase her mistakes,
Her past,
And all those who got her where she is now.
Beauty and style are thin masks over
What lies beneath
4/2/14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem