Such a tragic life
is that of the smart
their entire world seems doomed right from the very start
always fighting for what they want
Parents recogniction
always craved
like something of a civil play
Striving for attention
striving ffom the heart
only to end back at the start
Empty tears hold broken dreams or so to all others it seems
confused about body, hair, make up and soul
still not getting any attention at all
Bad people are there setting her up for a fall
and she never even guessed it not at all
Alone in her room, her santury and her cell
she cries for love and life
Although heartbroken
confused and alone
never having a happy home
she is still way beautiful to see
heart made of gold
soul to beautiful to behold
So you see even through complete darkness
She is still who she is meant to be
beauty, brains and witty you'll see
For beauty be
