Torn And Tattered

If you see her in the light of day
 you will be greeted with a smile.
 She'll give no glimpse of her dismay.
 Pretending to be happy, all the while.

 She continues to do, what she has to do
 though she knows, sometimes it's not right.
 Forced to do what she's not supposed to,
 but she does it to get through the night.

 You can try to cover it with velvet and lace
 or excuses if you think that it mattered.
 The real problem lies beneath the face
 of the one that's been torn and tattered.

 Monsters no longer hide in the dark
 They are everywhere that one can see.
 They take ones innocence and leave a mark
 with their distorted sense of reality.

 If you saw some money in the mud,
 You'd want it, like the dirt even mattered.
 If you saw someones soul and understood,
 You'd see how they were torn and tattered.

 She doesn't let anyone get that close
 when thinking they know her mind.
 They will only get, bits and pieces at most
 of the life that she leaves behind.

 Someday someone will give value to her life
 and show her, she's really what mattered.
 That she won't be judged, by her strife
 or the things that were torn and tattered.

 If you see her in the light of day
 You will be greeted with a smile.
 She'll give no glimpse of her dismay,
 pretending to be happy, all the while