She smiles softly at the boys
She slides smoothly thru the water
She is perfect to her friends
She glances at the clock when lesson ends
Make up runs down her face
She throws herself across the room
She grabs the nearest smallest pin
And gradually draws it across her skin
She achieves top grades each time
Her hair cloaks her face like black silk
Everyone just adores her, or her mask
She's tired but they set her to work on each task
She bites on a pillow
And breathes out her screams
She throws and shatters the mask she wears each day
On the floor, what's left of her, is broken clay