The smile on my face is happy.

I dance with the curves,

And dimples of ecstasy.

But what I'm really,

Is just a monstrosity. 

My body is full of joy.

I laugh with gestures,

And giggle with poise.

This fake pleasure,

Is screaming noise.

The armour I wear is strong.

I deflect with attitude,

And block head on.

But really, my confidence

Is shattered, broken, lost. 

What they see is a lie.

I let people perceive me,

With different eyes. 

The truth is,

I am full of sharp edged knives 

Each one I placed

Carefully,

Delicately,

Over time.

I am a girl with no power,

Hiding from my fears

I always,

Cower.