there's this girl.

she's wearing a smile. a smile that's as wide as the moon and bright as the sun. her eyes sparke; her hair shines. she walks with a bounce in her step, chattering nonstop with her bubbly, eccentric voice. the world to her is a stage; a glamorous paradise.

she's beautiful. she's happy. everyone loves her. alas, she's misunderstood.




there's another girl.

she has a perpetual frown on her face, one that can't be wiped away. her sadness has took its toll on her, and she's drowning in a never-ending abyss. a chasm overflowing with every thought and emotion she's ever had. her eyes are downcast; her hair is gnarled. she walks so she's unnoticed, just sliding and weaving her way through the crowd.

she's hideous. she's depressed. no one likes her. alas, she's misunderstood.



the only difference between these girls is that one hastens to show herself, while the other is hidden away, like a lost thought.



people are not always what you think they are. a misunderstanding can go a long way.

All pretty girls fall victim
to beautiful lies
from handsome men
who make them cry.
I always wonder why...
they steal the sparke in her eye
they **** her hopes, her dreams die
she used to laugh, now she sighs
she's still breathtaking
but now her heart is aching
her love, the thieves have finally taking.