Pretty girl

Such a pretty girl
 they all said.
Yes, she's a pretty girl.
So happy, always a smile, 
 and such a sweet laugh.
But let me make one thing clear.
I know (far too well) from experience
She
  appears
much better
 than
she
  is.

Her sugar-coated world is crumbling.
Her candy striped walls are tumbling down.
Cause that sugar coating only goes so deep.
And underneath her world (the one everyone
sees) and behind her walls (the candy stripes everyone
(views)
She feels her own emptiness
And she knows that the treasures she once had
 hidden, in her heart, have now been
Eaten away by something.

Lies or fears or irrationalities
She isn't sure which 
But she knows that her smile
 is painted on
And she knows her laughter,
 like glass,
is fragile and oh so easily
Broken.

Copyright 1997, Sara Randall

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