A perfect little girl, the picture of grace Nobody knows when they look at her face They think she's happy and worry free Not caring at all about who she should be. She hides herself away, protected by a shell Pretending she's fine so that other's can't tell. "If they knew the truth, that i am really unsure, they would take care of me, trying to find a cure. I can't be a burden or cause more worry, so i'll just lie say I'm fine. " Her shiny eyes only sparkle with tears, transparent and breakable like glass, And her painted red lips never let true feelings pass. Is this really the girl that she wants to be? Why can't she say, i just want to be me, without anorexia or bulimia just free. Because she is scared of what others will do, if they see the scars, Will she be accepted or considered taboo? Her sweet china mask will keep her safe But she has forgotten how easily china can break. So they fix her up with a dab of glue Not really caring if that's what is true. It never really matters if she's truly herself As long as she looks perfect when placed on the shelf.
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