She was beautiful

She was beautiful, too beautiful for her own good.

So beautiful that nobody saw her suffering.

They all just wanted to admire her.

She was an escape.

Something to be enjoyed.

Nobody wanted to see that she had a heart underneath, a heart that hurt, a heart that was shattered.

She was so beautiful that the broken pieces of glass around her only elevated the price of her beauty.

They made her look like a piece of art instead of a human being who needed to vent, who needed other people too and was not only there to fulfill others' needs.

She was too beautiful.

And she fears she will always be too beautiful.