She was raised from pure beauty.
Her shape , her style, her voice.
Beautiful yet she think it's all filled with flaws.

Her petals gentle but burn finger tips.
Her thorns sharper after a year of storm.
She hates pictures , so she kills the camera.
To she got cut.
Cut into a bottle filled with water.

The water , dirty , impure.
She cries inside but
mask her feels , her thoughts.
She hides her beauty , she thinks she is ugly.

She is alive but dead in the inside.
She mask almost her every feeling.
Her petals turn hard.

The mask shields her imperfections , even if it's slowly breaking.
Her curse is as confused as her , for she cast it.

Her bottle continues to fill
with dirty water.
Enough where her petals are black at the edges.
She is willing to grow.

But is too hurt , to let her mask go.