Lost

My friend Bubbling with life And energy Sparkling eyes and a quick tongue Too quick. Butterfly flitting For beauty not for use Laughing or Crying Never in between. Trying yearning To be what she cannot Wanting the light The rush The glamour Of the stars To be older Than she really is. Fashion Lipstick Jewelry Smother her Not realizing The slow suffocation Of her inner being. Only seeing the thin veneer Never the inside Of those already lost In it all.