In her eyes

I’m still depressed 
But it’s self prescribed.
All I can do is learn to hide.
In this fucked up world of boy meets girl
Then fall in love and have a ball.
But I know that deep down
they have something to hide.
Maybe it’s fake
its all a disguise.
Because I was told there was no such thing as perfect.
But she’s got the looks and she’s got the guy
what else could she need
Maybe a smile.
I would give it to her if I knew where to get one.
Cause she showed me what it means to be pretty
that you have to smile even if it’s just out of pity.
Always dress as though ready for success.
And always glow to make them think that they don’t know,
what pretty really is.