Most people can't see
within the walls of one girl
They could easily find
the mask of dust and gloss
and the smile they believed
was real
They could easily find the
sticker of happiness
plastered across her eyes
like a bandage to the world
And the reduced puffiness around her eyes
the coal like a dark seal from tear streaks
and pain

But not me

I could see the hurt that lay beyond the lies
the everlasting broken mirror behind her face
The tremble in her lip when someone castes a glance at her,
marveling her fake beauty

I could see the way she pushed the plate of food across the table,
acting though she already had much, when she had none
Her eyes changed from a swirl of blue and green, to a dark setting
of brown and black

But I remember the way it use to be before
A twinkling laughter or joy
not given or strained
A spark in her mind that glowed through
the wondering colors of her eyes
And the perfect smile she use to wear
The one not so blistering white and forced
But the one with a meaning, with a purpose for show

Before all this plastic and smudge
All the tortures of today, she was truth.
Now, all are left are lies and a hollow case of herself

And could we really blame her?