ode to a friend

she stands with the beauty of a fine china doll  
exquisite perfection flows over her flawless figure  
her movements..  
an autumn leaf floating on a summer breeze  
all that at face value...  
BREATHTAKING  
hidden inside that perfect exterior..  
a child, beaten, torn, betrayed  
cowering behind her runway smile  
a cauldron of self hate and insecurity  
hiding her physical scars  
scars she made to rid her pain  
pian conceived by her beauty..  
beauty that bred false confidence  
naive.. still a child... not let to grow  
trampled with sexual abuse masked as love  
used..betrayed..robbed of youth  
pushed, no escape..  
no..no..noooo.....  
ice cold in my arms  
my tear falls to her cheek      
such a beautiful soul  
taken by hate...