Poem: Pretty-faced Girl

Pretty-faced girl,

Turning heads left and heads right,

with glossy pink, flushed lips

Your smile steals breaths;

Perfection, something you shower in.  

Even when you’re stressed,

You’re beautiful;

Modern day Mona Lisa,

Look at me too.

Your smile is contagious.

Pretty-faced girl

with the deepest secrets,

No one sees the black paint

hidden under your dazzling colors.  

Would they still love you

If they knew the size of the hole

You have dug

under the tips of your own two feet?

Would They still love You

If they knew the amount of scars

you keep hidden under

your Pretty Face?

Happiness is something you exhibit,

A something They associate You with;

A pretty-faced girl

should always be Happy.  

Do they know of the black paint,

Splattered under the blue and red

Would They even care about it?

Out of sight, out of mind.

They love You,

Pretty-faced girl,

But you don’t love them, do you?