She was the girl with the broken smile,
Shattered inside for more than a while.
It’s been a few years, maybe about nine,
But it doesn’t matter, she’s lost track of time.
Building her walls thick and high,
Nothing can hurt her, at least not inside.
Close to people, she will stay,
But touch her heart, she’ll push you away.
Friendship and trust is easily faded.
Her view for others is already jaded.
This is a constant battle for her,
Forever lost and always unsure.
She means well, that’s plain to see,
But close to her, you’ll never be.
The scars are formed, the damage is done,
She’s friendly to all but a friend to none.