When smiling was all she knew.
She asked and her father replied
Nobody likes you or trusts people like you
Years pressed but she had faith till
The little girl grew old and her heart grew cold
The world full of people recked her spirit
To her disbelief her father was right
When she came to recognize
Nobody liked a genuinely happy smiley person
Try after try she just ended with tears in her eyes
So she turn her upside down frown down
Permanently
Now grown as beautiful as could be
Her father and the world full of people ask
What could it be?
The frown and those eyes
What happen to make her so angry unhappy mean
She should be happy cheery with glee
The woman who was the girl said
What is wrong me?
This is the person you wanted me to be
Cold as ice Frowning resent
She turned away
To continue life's journey... But
Now and again she'll pull a box with a ribbon
To gaze upon something that's hidden
Her resting box
Wrapped safely inside is the spirit that use to be
Tucked in the last spark of her gentle heart
Closing it sad tears in her eyes
Knowing they would never deserve
Her warmth love beauty spirit or art
Let them live their lives with contradicting hearts
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
When smiling was all she knew.
She asked and her father replied
Nobody likes you or trusts people like you
Years pressed but she had faith till
The little girl grew old and her heart grew cold
The world full of people recked her spirit
To her disbelief her father was right
When she came to recognize
Nobody liked a genuinely happy smiley person
Try after try she just ended with tears in her eyes
So she turn her upside down frown down
Permanently
Now grown as beautiful as could be
Her father and the world full of people ask
What could it be?
The frown and those eyes
What happen to make her so angry unhappy mean
She should be happy cheery with glee
The woman who was the girl said
What is wrong me?
This is the person you wanted me to be
Cold as ice Frowning resent
She turned away
To continue life's journey... But
Now and again she'll pull a box with a ribbon
To gaze upon something that's hidden
Her resting box
Wrapped safely inside is the spirit that use to be
Tucked in the last spark of her gentle heart
Closing it sad tears in her eyes
Knowing they would never deserve
Her warmth love beauty spirit or art
Let them live their lives with contradicting hearts
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