not my best, srry

mylife is perfect from the outside of the looking glass.

you look in and see happyness, the glass shines so prettily

perhaps your envious of what you see.

but remember my friends, looks can be decieving.

this beauty is a beast, what you dont see is the pain.

the smile painted on, the pretty makeup flows away at night with the river of tears

the cuts so delicatly hidden, spell out the story of me.

they know the truth, and it s thier duty to tell it. 

im like a secretery this bladse my pen.

keeping record of the pain, only praying it turns to joy

hell it seems iv written a book.

only no one caes to read it.