Who I really am

Falling stars grace the earth
A little angel broken and wings torn 
She looks and frowns but moves on
Head held high as she crosses the earth 
Now sun shines bright no cloud in the sky
The little angel easily hides the brokenness and torn wings
She smiles a fake smile no one able to see the lie
Through it all she has no marks none a human can see
In the end she knows that she has lived a full life broken or fixed
Her wings show torn and crooked but bright and mixed colored
Finally a real full smile shows as she looks to the sun
This is who I really am
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