Haunted

Oh her words,
The sweet beautiful words
In which spill out from her lips
Like a river flows into an ocean.
Oh how beautiful and poetic they sound.
But her eyes
They speak words that her lips dare not.
The sad dark truth of her life
They are buried deep within.
They dare not speak for fear of disapproval.
How does one so sweet,
So beautiful,
So flawless,
Hold the most evil of demons inside her mind?
Isn't this the questions we all ask one another?
Fore everyone has a demon,
And this beautiful young girl
Who's poetic words sing me to sleep
Just so happens
To be one of the few
That are haunted.