With her boyfriend, Her passions ran wild. Promises to be together Forever, No matter what. One night, just one, Was all it took To ruin her life. He went on his way, Living life like it was before The pregnancy.

When she walks Into work the next day, She is not the same. She's her real self. They all see the bruises, And know she's not who They thought she was. Some smile, She's no longer better Than them. She's inferior. Some are saddened. She was a template For a perfect life They wished they had. One thing is certain On both sides: She is fake.

The alarm clock rings Loud in her ear. Long after it stops, The sound rings in her ears, From the beating last night. She stumbles over To the mirror, Where all the foundation In the world couldn't Cover the countless Bruises. She manages to Make it look a little Better, as she always does. She thinks about every day At work, Where everyone Stares, with near jealousy, But no one Takes time To get ot know her.

She walks into Her house, her Feet sore and her Head aching. The husband stands up With two vodka bottles In his hands. He goes off about Everything. He's mad, With a temper That could make Satan Quiver. Thrown against The wall, Bruises on her Face, she cries Herself to sleep.

She walks into work, People stare. Her co-workers Describe her as Perfect, almost inhuman. Her stride is confident, Her smile impecable. She is that beautiful Girl that everyone Loves. Guys wish that She was single, When they know she's Married. Women watch Her flow elegantly through The halls. They wish their Spouses were as great as Hers, and they secretly Envy her life.

You think that You know me. Every time you See me, You see Something That I've never been. You smile when You think of how I used to act, With child-like simplicity. Well, here's a newsflash For you. I'm not that person You wish I was. Maybe if you took The time to Get to know me You would see I'm not her Anymore, Nor was I ever.

So now I'm deleting you From my thoughts. I hate this Influence You've had on Me. Sometimes it Seems as though You control me. I'm not the same As I used to be I'm changed, Thanks to you. So I'll delete you From my life Today, And prey that You don't come Back.

I wish That I could be Myself in front Of everyone. I want to Have a simple, Perfect life. I want to believe In everything I used to Believe in, When I was younger. But the reality Is that I cant be Myself At all. I cant believe. It's not a Perfect world. Oh, If only.