the gentle stream of water
mixes with her tears
She tries to wash away her fears.
The sadness and the pain
it leaves nothing to gain
water cascades down her body
mixing salty tears with steamy water
Behind locked doors the social butterfly cries
a pasted smile lines her pink lips.
her butane blue eyes tell the truth
the pain of being almost popular is a sleuth
during school she's a perfect child
straight A student homecoming queen after school though is another thing
she's only happy in public
but she's always sad behind locked doors
in the light its one thing but behind locked doors its another