They are pink,

They are happy, they are sad,

They are remorseful, they are hurtful.

She feels the pain.

Some she caused, some she nurtured,

Some is for those that are so dear,

Some is hers.

They stain her face for all to see;

To wonder why tears are falling.

She tells those that can’t be hurt;

Those that really can’t help.

She will do it on her own;

She has learned to be strong.

The abuse has taught her.

The abuse has damaged her.

The abuse has destroyed her.

What happens when the tears are there?

There is no happy, no sad,

No remorse, no hurt, no pain;

Nothing.

She has been broken, her heart included

When you see the smile, make no mistake,

The stains are there,

Only she is hiding, behind the smile.

Trying to be the Princess everyone else needs her to be.

Written by TxPrincess for publication on LushStories Only!