A perfect doll dressed in the best
Kept in a golden casket.
Smile on her face, mirth in her voice
Oh it's such a beautiful sight.
But oh look what is this,
She is hollow underneath that beautiful shell
The worms of expectations,
Have devoured her from inside.
The heart once well and beating,
Though still beating is now damaged.
No one notices the rotting smell,
They only focus on the perfect shell
But one day the shell will collapse,
And I'm afraid no one would care.

© Eclipse