She sings before thousands
Perfect, smiling, beautiful.
But inside there are
Shards
Broken pieces
Of her heart.
At night alone she cries.
She tells others of
Amazing love,
But when she’s alone
She screams her pain into the night.
Everyone sees his image
Handsome outer smile.
But in his heart
He’s scarred
Like those red lines on his arms.
He scoffs
At that girl with her Bible,
Yet he’s hungry
For her radiance.
