Through the Eyes of a Stranger

With a smile on her face
She can achieve what she desires
I know that you despise her
The girl who has it all
The perfect hair, the perfect eyes
An angelic voice
With tears like rain in a desert
Impossible
But when they come, they come
And they pour
And the stream
And they leave their mark
But only for a while, just a simple amount of seconds
For if the rain were daily
And the land was always wet
It wouldn't be called a desert, now would it?
And if the tears weren't properly hidden
And the frown permanent mark
She wouldn't be called perfect, now would she?
So listen to her, listen to the words she does not say
Hear her silent pleas and cries
Because although she hides it well
She will someday break
And she will shatter
And her pieces will cut us all
For they are sharp and heavy
Unlike her, so unlike her
So impossible
Take her hand, and guide her through the thorns
For she is so different on the inside
Than what you see through your judgemental eyes