She seems so happy,

So confident,

So strong,

So perfect.

But deep down she's broken,

She's burned,

She's hurting,

She's disfigured.

The things she has seen,

The things she has been through,

The things she has heard,

They have scarred her.

The things people have said to her,

Have crippled her.

To the outside eye,

She seems like a bull.

But to the all seeing eye,

She is as delicate as a butterfly,

With both wings broken.

She needs a listening ear,

A soft voice,

An affectionate hand.

She needs help,

Because deep down,

She has none.