Beautiful she looked with hidden pain inside her.
She walked with confidence but her memories were like a spur.
Sweet, Ugly and some would get her into tears.
Worth more than she got worth more than she fears.
Great Aplomb she displayed. But inside she was lonely so clear.
She got a lot of friends, “at least that’s what she calls them” for her to cheer.
But no one got her back. No one she got to adhere.
But, still so strong so beautiful. I wish I had half of her qualities if I compare.
Full of life outside. Inside so Queer.
Broken by effects and consequences still waiting for a situation to sheer.
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