They Wouldn't Want to Be Her

She walks in

Eyes on the floor

Drawing everybody's eyes up

Hair coiled tightly

Wound up

Just like her heart

Her heart that feels like it's being squeezed

As strong as the looks she gets

Her face is a straight mask

Of mascara, blush and eyeshadow

As if she doesn't care

But she knows

It's the only way to hide

All of her emotions

Everyone looks at her

All of them envious

Of her beauty

All of the envious

Thinking she's happy

But she knows

If they truly knew

Her

If they truly knew

How alone she was

They wouldn't want to be her