She got up
Pulled her self from the mad
Dusted herself clean
Washed her face
Put on some makeup
Practiced her smile to killer before the mirror
Then stepped out turning heads.
A perfect shell
For all the broken pieces of her she kept inside
For all the emptiness tried so hard to hide
For all unsaid emotions she bore
For all she couldn’t do or have.
A together front and one happy lady
She went about
They envied her.
If the shell could crack…