she struts into the room

with a fake confidence

that could fool almost anyone.

her honest words sting

as they fall from her tongue.

her beauty is so unique

it makes strangers

stop and stare,

but she doesn’t believe it.

i wish she could see

that she is always

the most breathtaking person

in the room.

i wish she understood

how talented she is,

that her ability

to morph

into a different character

in a swift second

and perform with such grace

mesmerizes people every day.

i wish that i could

wrap my arms

around that worn leather jacket

and break down the walls

that protect her

from all of those people

who hurt her

and keep her

from the people trying

to love her.

i wish that i could take away

all of the awful things

she has been through,

all of the disheartening thoughts

she has had,

but would she still be

the same person?

would she still be as kind?

or as funny?

would she still be her?