Beneath her shell

​She got up

Everyday

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…

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