She weeps for herself, and for her demons,
And for the world in which she is forced to live.
She weeps silently in her so called sleep
Because she doesn’t want them to see her pain
It’s written in everything she does
They will never see it though
Because they are simply blind.
She walks among them like angles do
Gracefully, silently, humbly
And they do not notice her because of this.
But had she disappeared from this world
They would have taken notice.
They would have said "oh how tragic,
Oh how sad, she was such a sweet girl."
But would they have been thinking "how could she,
So selfish."
They will never know who she really is.
She hides inside herself to save them from her reality
Her pain and anguish.
Only those willing to look, willing to listen and seek will know.
She is beautiful in everything she does.
She weeps for herself, and for her demons,
And for the world in which she is forced to live.
And she is coloring her soul with beauty every time.
Her tears, though heartbreaking, are beautiful
Her foul language and bad habits are beautiful
Her life through love and hate is beautiful.
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Submission Name: Beautiful Angel
