Life-line, Full and Empty

Ragged Frills edged around her skirt,Bright colours spread well around
She gives off a careless, happy-free
An alter-ego?
Nothing but a
Tumble my thoughts down your stream of concerns
Her make-up, smudged and dried
From a good cry
Soft, young hands
Lines showing the few lives she's lived
You have to learn all aspects,
Not just the success,
But downfall too,
You live it all,
Proving herself over
And you know, that she's the best
At learning failure