“She’s so beautiful!”
That’s what they said
But did they know the truth,
of that miserable broot
That of the hidden me,
that of her artificial beauty.

  “She’s so sweet!”
   That’s what they said
   But they even hear,
   her heart’s sorrow and fear
   That of her hidden heart,
   that of her gifted art.

“She’s so great!”
That what they said
But did they know her greatness,
of that creature full of loneliness
That of the hidden trust,
that of her heart full of mistrust.