Skin Deep

The girl with the broken smile
hides beneath the shadows of the world.
She sees not the beauty of her soul
only the scars left behind.
She cries into her pillow each night
as dreams torment her tranquility,
darkened with memories of cruelty
that now replace laughter and joy.
Her endless prayers of normality go unheard like the rest
while this sad little girl goes through life never knowing true happiness.
Like a disease their taunting and teasing spreads to her mind
the self-hate controls her, thus binding.
Why can't she just be invisible and blend in like the rest?
Why must she look so different from everyone else
and be forced to endure their harsh laughter?
The voices in her head tell her she's better off dead
because this is hell she's living.
She's not beautiful.
Nobody loves her once they see her reflection; not her.
Her one weakness has been exposed
and no one can see her pain...