Deep brown hair, bright green eyes, teeth
white as pearls. She hides from the world in her
BCBG shoes, her laugh is faker
than Christmas in the summer.
Beyond the make-up and fake hair,
I see a broken girl. The broken
girl stares at her reflection in her
covergirl compact. She is terribly
broken. No one sees the
pain she's in through
her fake smiles and
empty eyes. The broken
girl walks away seeking
someone that will see through her, and fix
her broken soul.
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