Little Miss Perfect

Looking around, I am the girl that people don't point out, Until that day when my hair started falling out. I was the white girl who lived a perfect life, I had a bright future and a fella to make me his wife. What they didn't see was the hurt of both body and mind, my senses, myself, was put in a bind. I tried to hide the bruises, the signs of hate, But eventually I had to give in to fate. From the depths of despair I reached out, Only to tumble back in my hole of sadness and doubt. The mass in my brain spared me no escape, it was something I grew to hate. Because of it, I was tortured and probed, and in the cold winter I had not one hand to hold. My wings were clipped, I was ready to die, until my white knight came by. My hair was gone, my body broken, and my heart misshapen, but within days I was taken. To this wonderful man, my life I owe, and forever I will be with him, wherever he may go.