She's always been so brilliant,
So outgoing.
So incredibly Weasley.
And she's never been seen alone.
Because she never has to be.
But did you know she's terrified that they'll realize who she really is, that you'll realize who she really is
You see her perfect, plastic, movie star smile,
And I know you haven't noticed, but her eyes aren't smiling.
She's cracking under pressure, but they have no idea what they're doing to her.
So, please, stop telling her that she's beautiful
If you're only seeing her for her reputation,
Or if you want to tell her that she's almost as pretty as her sister.
Please, stop telling her that she's perfect,
Unless you're willing to see all of her beautiful flaws,
All of the cracks in her carefully constructed mask.
