What Lies Beneath

by, Cassandra

I've fallen down to the ground. You stride on by, never stopping.
So this is how you treat your friends. You leave them broken in the dirt.
You make such a pretty picture, decked out in the finest things around.
Everybody adores the act that you put on.
You've got everyone mesmerized by the smile that you're wearing.
Too bad that they can't see what lies beneath the appearance.