KissedByTheSunArt

Perfect figure, with beautiful hair, Perfect clothes, and a smile so fair. But in the back of the classroom afar, She sits wearing with sunglasses As black as tar. The thin covering over her eyes, Hides the window to her soul, Any unspoken lies. Everyone is always full of wonder, Of why she hides herself under. The answers not because she's blind, Nor because she hates her given eyes. But because of the troubled life, she lives every day, No wonder she has such little to show or say. Her sunglasses work not as a fashion statement for her face, But as a one way window, A shelter, a safe place.