Dying pretty
with a colour smeared stain
the represents a smile
but behind it seaps pain.

Dying pretty
in a silked gown of a dress
and creamy white skin
every man wants to caress.

Sitting pretty
with nothing to say
because if I do
I just might convey.

Standing pretty
in a corner all alone.
Looking about me
with no one to call my own.

Breathing pretty
with every movement perfect.
Never knowing if my moves
will decrease my beautiful affect.

Walking pretty
like a doll from a glass box
with perfect features, so it seems
and an accent with a gorgeous talk.

Dying pretty
every day.
Dying pretty
seaping with vain.

Dying pretty
with no one next to me.
Dying pretty
with a soul in which I can't even see.