The world envies her beauty
Drinks in her smile, scoffs at her hair
They say,
“She’s a fragile glass doll,
a haunting siren,
a ghostly myth”
But now she is
Sleeping soundly where she doesn’t have to worry
about life
or grace
or love
or friends
but just
forget
and forget
and forget
about those struggles of being a girl
an angel
a goddess
and never know what the men and women think of her
just let it
die
as she sleeps, she wonders if her beauty is a guise
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