Two Little Girls

Two little girls played quite differently,
As one was quiet, reserved,
The other balshy.
The bruises were hidden under jumpers pulled down,
While the girls looked at each other with disgusted frowns.
"what's the matter with you? Why are you not the same"
One would think 'bout the other while playing a game.
The secret was hidden the girl held it in,
The other children laughing and making a din.
All smiles an graces to adults she saw,
While the other felt she was lying galore.
The guilt ate her up she didn't want to play,
The other was confident playing away.
"You're all I want to really be, If only they knew, maybe they'll see".
Paranoia knawed at the girl who was sad,
Scared that someone would see she was bad.
"I wish I could be you" the sad girl professed,
As the other continued to show off her new dress.
Others looked on as the girls merged to one,
The front melted down and the facade had gone.
The girls came together,
Not something you could see.
If you looked real close they looked the same,
Because both of those girls were me.