Picture Perfect
Sitting on her shelf pretty as you please.
That's the kind of doll that everybody sees.
For everyone a smile, they would never guess.
Her picture perfect life is nothing but a mess.
She can never tell you what's wrong inside her head.
She's so full of life, but she wishes she was dead.
As long as she remembers its always been this way.
That thinkings not allowed in her society.
So she plays it off and she. will never tell.
This angel that they think. she is, is living life in hell.
charlotte 2018
©lunaticsrave
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