Starfire
Weary
and broken
Mask
held upon her features
A
mask with a smile
A
Smile that shines so bright
Yet
makes you gag.
Eyes
once dreary and mournful
Shine
like a sun
Dance
like a ballerina
Twirling, spinning, falling
Crashing down and breaking
Atop
her rags, a plastic-like miniskirt and mid-drift
Pale
skin gone a glorious brown
Dead and rancid were her locks
Now
they gleam a shade of cherry
Such
a nice little girl
Does
all she's told
Rebel
pushed back, locked away in the dark labyrinth on her mind
Used
many times over like a doll
No
tears anymore
Tears
don't exist
Tears
are fake
Tears
aren't needed here
Nothing
is needed here
Not even her…
Her mask and costume are on, to the masquerade