As she walks along,
a look on her face
trying to be strong
but shes got it all wrong.
Staring at her own reflection,
noticing her pink complexion
tears on her face covering every section.
People stop and they stare,
no doubt in the world
she doesnt care
her skin is so bare.
Bruises from the past,
hit hard enough to make them last
broken bones hidden away in a cast.
On her face she wears a smile,
for a second shes in denial
her list of secrets longer than a mile.