Dark Female High School Secrets

In hallways hushed with painted lies, They glide like ghosts in silken skin— Their secrets shimmer in their eyes, Too delicate to hold within. Barby Doll smiles with perfect grace, Behind it waits a hungering heart, Each selfie frames a porcelain face While something deeper falls apart. They whisper sharp as winter wind, In circles cold as marbled stone, Each gaze a mirror trimmed in sin, Each laugh a dagger thrown alone. A thousand hearts inside one phone, They scroll, compare, and seek the flame, Yet feel more hollow, more unknown, Than when they barely had a name. The truth is passed in locker notes, In bathroom stalls, in timed replies— A world of filters, thorns, and quotes, Where no one dares to meet their eyes. Oh fragile queens of ruthless grace, You wear your sorrow like a crown— If only love could find this place And gently, gently pull you down.