Why do they always mock me;
the girl with the innocent eyes.
No one looks beneath the surface-
at my web of darkness and lies.

Why do they always see me
as little miss sunshine after the rain;
no one looking at the scars
that so blatantly hide the pain.

Beyond the ugly mask
is a face of beautiful tears;
pale as the moonlight,
untouched by the sun for years.
©dhoward