She'll hide her tears behind that picture-perfect mask of sunshine-smiles
                                  and she'll dance like an angel and talk to you like she loves you the moment she sees you
                 and she'll meet a man who falls in love with her dainty peals of laughter
                                                                    he calls her his princess.

but sometimes, when she closes her eyes and kisses him back as he clutches her body with *****
                                  gasping intents, she envies him because he can feel so much, and she feels like

                                                                    a beautiful, colorful shell
                                                   empty on the inside; ***** and brown and gross.

                 She wants to scream and run away in her bare feet
                                                   and feel the mud splash up those pale legs
                 wants to sing off-key and snort when she laughs
                                                   and trip over dresses and she wants to cry,


she knows it's crazy, but she wants to cry.

                                  She wants to meet a man who loves her for her
                 and not for that perfect facade she hides behind so skillfully;
                                  but she blames herself, and yet that mask is glued too tight



and she smiles a little wider because that's all she can think of doing when her heart feels like it's about to break.