She wears her beauty inside the golden mask.
Every day, the bridges that she burns is one big task.
Her sad eyes tells the story she never wants to hear.
She follows the deceptive ways that she may only fear.
She has been stared at with on looking glares.
Nobody will understand her, and how she wears her hair.
She lives through her nightmares, and only hopes to come in her dreams.
She wakes up wondering where she is and lets out a tremendous scream.
Nobody believed that horrible things have happened in her life.
Sorrow and sadness carried along her strife.
She tried so hard to be like everyone else around.
No such fantasies, in this town.
Her eyes how they carry her to her doom.
Not much space left in her crowded place they call her room.
She cries as she lifts off her mask from her face.
All bruised up and scars from those wicked old days.
The only beauty she had left, was in her eyes.
That was her story but no one ever realized.
She was saying goodbye.
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