Can you hear that cry,
Hoping to achieve nor but help.
A strike of light in the shadows,
In which her dim world fades.
Swimming in a pool of her own self hate.
Struggling to stay afloat!
Grasping for a sign of hope,
Among-st collapsing waves of failure.
And so many heads turn,
Stop and stare blindly.
Painting the painful truth,
With Acrylic made from lies,
And covering herself,
With layers of confidence.
But deep down inside.
An innocent soul cries crimson tears.
If anyone can think of a good name it would be appreciated
