When people see the green eyes,
they don't see that the eyes are transparant,
that there is sadness in her eyes,
that she's holding back her tears...
When people hear the infectious laugh,
they don't hear the deception with which it is inflicted,
that she isn't laughing with them,
but that they are laughing at her...
When people feel the soft hands,
they don't feel the ice it is fighting so hard no to expose.
When people listen to the stories she tells,
they don't hear the lies behind...
People see what they want to see,
No one wants what no one wants,
It's so easy to be percieved as beautiful
when you're ugly on the inside.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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