Zakuro
She leans on the window
She watchs as children play outside
Her purple hair conceals her intelligent eyes
She wishs she could be normal
But normal she shall never be
Her secrets lie within the walls
The floor is her only friend
Is this where she'll be forever?
Trapped inside a box of beauty
Never to know the truth of real beauty
She can walk down the runway without a care
How come she can't make a friend?
She feels betrayed
As she thinks of her family
How they used to be something creeps her lips
Bigger and bigger it gets
And then she sees something looking back at her from the mirror
And the last thing she sees is a smile