The girl in the mirror smooths her hair
prepping for all people aware

Bags and blemishes hidden away
fake personality there to stay

The soul inside cries out to be heard
unconscious feelings left deferred

Wishing on a fallen star
aching heart so close yet far

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Shimer shimer, sparkling light
a shattered soul has taken flight

Her face so young, yet mind so old
secrets that are never told

People watching, always watching

A promise that appears too fake
makes trust a prize at a priceless stake

All-forgiving oak brown hair
a roaring fire stroked with care

People listening, always listening

Pixies pirouetting proudly in her eyes,
guarding the aura of her burning gold lies.

Luminescent street lights lit at dark
leave her type of entrancing mark

People judging, always judging

A childish obsession of shedding tears
she’s hid that through the time of years

An innocent bud morphed into a bloom
desires that will be her doom

People talking, always talking

She’s a melody lacking rhyme and prose
the petals fallen off a crimson rose

Voices lullaby her back to sleep,
a heart too dry to cry and weep.

People scaring, always scaring

Losing her mind doesn’t make her insane
trapped in her cage she sings of pain.