calle

Everything pretty, nothing to hide
Beautiful face but empty inside.

Looking perfect, head held high
She's just a trophy, all is a lie.

No one knows what's behind the mask
No one has ever cared to ask.

Hersoul is burning in her chest
From having to hide what is her best.

He tells her she has to stand aside
Nothing has changed, still forced to hide.



Anyway- Happy monday.

I posted a new pic, and I will have some really good ones to post later... possibly tonight.

Answer me this.

Why is it so hard to find your equal? I mean someone who appreciates you as much as you appreciate them. Why must people take others for granted?

Am I not normal for realizing what others do for me and being eternally grateful?

A little help please.