TRP

I watch her,

With her plastic smile.

I watch her,

Watch her dull eyes.

Putting on a brave face,

When it's killing her inside.

The evidence, so clear,

If only you look close.

Tattoo's covering her scars,

Scars that  once bled.

I watch her,

Changing everyday.

There's the smallest of light left in her,

But a light none the less.

I have hope.

I have to just so we all can get through this.

.....................

Now I see her.

She shines, like an angel.

The person she once portrayed, GONE.

She now sits before me,

With a genuine, glowing smile.

I'm so thankful.