She puts on her mascara in the morning,
But by night it transforms into ugly dark smudges under her eyes.
Inner turmoil making life unbearable but the outside shows a clean face and smile a dentist could envy.
She’s beautiful but feels no beauty…
As men in her life turn into past tense figures she is left more and emptier, the glass this time really isn’t half full.
Home alone every night she cries like a baby needing its mother which is ironic cause she never knew hers.
Raised by friendly strangers, foster parents and everything in-between she only knows love from afar.
Works hard to keep her job, but even harder to keep up her smile
Not really religious but holds on to the promise of a god.
The thought of a man who can love unconditionally seems far-fetched so when she hears about Jesus it’s like a cure for cancer
Friends are few and the little are fake.
Empty emptiness “I’m in this world alone if I die nobody would morn me.” She thinks.
Empty emptiness fills her mind, engulfs her heart and takes her over.
She is beautiful but doesn’t see it.
Smart but doesn’t know it
Empty and she loathes it
“What’s the point? I might as well own it”
-Pursuer Of Happiness ( AKA Stephanie Mzee )