She is made of little white lies and streaks of tears that haven’t quite dried. The truth never felt comfortable on her tongue. She’s been swallowing it down since she was young. Born to a mother with a very weak will and a father who lived from pill to pill, she learned that being human means you’ll never be perfect.
Somewhere in her eyes there’s a glimmer of truth and she honestly does want to love herself more. But she can’t see past the flaws so she lies to cover them up. She pretends she’s not hurt, acts as if nothing bothers her. But she can’t hide that sad look in her eyes or the little tears that seem to always escape. She can’t hide her broken heart, no matter how pretty her smile is.
She is made of little white lies and streaks of tears. She searches for her honest self in a dishonest world.