The outside is built

of sturdy wood with a door

with corners on a tilt

and windows that adorn.

She walks with confidence and

strength of a lion.

Unharmed by any hand

she stands there tall, looking on

through the windows' gleam.

But inside is made

of flimsy cardboard, it seems.

The outside, it masquerades.

Filled with insecurity,

pain, and inferiority.