Deep behind her brightly lit emerald eyes
You can see her soul dying inside
If you look closely you will find
Just how many times she's cried
You will see all the words and stories she's never spoken
Her heart is broken
Lying in a mangled heap
These scars run deep
Reminders of her dark and bloody past
Of things to come
And things that were never meant to last
She goes through her life
With whispers of not being good enough
Can't cry anymore
Must hold her head high
She must prove that she's tough
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