A girl with her insanely curly hair.

She is sitting right over there.

She is always smiling always happy and bright.

You will never see that smile fade, a continous beam of light.

There is a dark side though, I have seen it.

Not many people do, I think sometimes that smile is more of a grit.

She has been injured on the inside.

A past experience about which people lied.

How do I know all this you ask?

Just let me take of my mask.

You see.

That curly haired girl is me.