What I See

I wrote this about my Best friend Missy so its got some meaning to it obviously.

She has angel soft hair, gently russled by the wind. Her skin is like a baby doll, porcelin and pale. She seems flawless to a T. But deep down I see a shattered heart, fore-lorn and beaten down. She is so perfect, she has an amazing smile and a great personality, but yet when I see her she is hallowed out like a pumpkin on my birthday. She doesn't see what I see on the outside or what everyone else sees on the outside. She sees a new pimple, a frizzy section in her hair, her eyeliner not exact on both eyes, and too much body fat. As far as I can tell she can't se what everyone else sees inside and outside of her. I see her personality; bright and shining and her gorgeous good looks. If only she could see what I see.