Dear all, 

See the girl who walks alone,

whose smile was carved like stone.

Yes, the one who pranced around the room 

and brightened up a path of golden flowers.

 

One day the problems came along,

but she kept them all inside.

She only listened to sad songs,

for she had frowns to hide.

 

The girl refused to be gloom.

Her life continued to seem fine.

Though her eyes had lost their shine,

nothing wrong was assumed.

 

So the problems continued to grow,

still the girl's true emotions didin't show. 

A scar suddenly appeared,

yet nobody had fears.

 

Darkness filled her soul

causing her to become cold.

Everyone thought her now negative.

She saw no point to live.

 

Now her light is gone.

The golden flowers are dead.

Her smile is engraved upside down.

And life is left to dread.