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A vision of perfection,
The mask is put in place,
Bright smile now pasted on,
She hopes it’s not a waste.
The darkness crashes in,
She’s lost, and all alone,
Yet coming from within,
She’s toppled from her throne.
The old ones never tell,
Eyes unseeing, see,
They say that all is well,
But it will not ever be.
She fell and now she falls,
Freely breaking down,
She won’t go to the ball,
But sits there with a frown.
Tears will flow down cheeks,
And her beautiful dress is crumpled,
She’s been sad for weeks,
She’s broken, trodden, trampled.
Li Carter is a writer, artist and crafter. Her favourite thing in the world is to create. She loves stories and will consume them in any way that she can, whether that is by reading, listening or watching them.
She lives in South Wales, UK, with her parents and two rescue dogs.
