Girl

She was the one, guys couldn't help but stare...
When she walked by, jealous girls glare...
one would say she's perfect...
made of Stoic, robust, and intellect..
her beauty comes so natural..
so gorgeous it doesn't seem actual..
i would look on with hurt pride...
with every sweep of her long stride..
one that popularity got a hold of..
yet still as bright and pure as a dove...
she emits an aura of light...
that would make you melt by first sight...
but this perfect girl is not who she seems...
in her mind, with echoing screams...
the past haunts her every thought...
memories of how hard she fought...
not knowing why it was her...
why he couldn't take no for an answer...
he tortures her every part...
with every movement, breaking her heart...
her begs and pleads useless...
to his constant roaming caress...
don't you see that being this perfection...
leaves nothing but an infection...
curses her like no other...
leaving her but a mother...