Beautiful Lie

Born to a world of hatred and hipocrosy.

All she feels in her heart is non stop misery.

Forgotten and broken,

Chained to her memories,

Pain is what she is carrying.

Day to day she pretends that she's alright.

but when the sun goes to she cries,

Like a spirit wailing in the night.

Overwhelmed with her reality,

Everyday she feels like she is inahling broken glass,

Like the titan Atlas she feels as if she has the weight of the world on her shoulders...

Someone please remove this boulder..

Her heart is heavy

Her mind is weak.

I don't think she has the strength to even make it to next week.

Incredibly missunderstood,

Incredibly forgetten.

But she smiles nonetheless.

Even though her life is a choatic mess.

She tries her best to please them.

Even though she knows one day she'll have to leave them.

She can't let go of the pain.

what does she even have to gain?

She was once told, "Broken things tend to be beautiful."

What a beautiful lie that was.

What a beautiful lie she is.