Distorted Images

The smile on her lips doesn’t quite meet her eyes

And if you look closely you may see inside

All the demons that are running

Running wild

Telling her it might be too much to stay for awhile

Too many windows and not enough doors

The rain is coming

Bring on the downpour

Too many secrets coat her skin

No wonder she never lets anyone in

Hidden in plain sight

But no one sees

Controlled by her insecurities

She's a puppet on a string going through the motions

And yet everyone thinks that she is perfect

Look in the mirror and quickly look away

Seeing an image that she can’t face

What others describe as beauty she throws away

Because she never saw what they meant anyway