I love you pink- Benjamin Moore 2077-70

She seemed normal,

The most popular girl at school,

Her eyes shinned,

She had a bright smile,

Her life was perfect,

Or so everyone thought.

Boys followed her,

Girls envied her,

Little ones simply looked up at her.

The only thing about her,

Was she always wore the same

Pink dress.

Nobody knew,

Or wondered

Who was the real her.

That dress

Covered her fear,

Her scars,

Her bruises.

At home

Her life

Was hell.

Her parents were the devil.

Was it really worth it?

To suffer and not say whom she really was?