Poetry: Clown-seling

She was a nice girl on the outside
Looking in she needed help in my eyes
Everyone picked on her foolishly
She wore make-up

To hide her insecurities
Trapped in her own mind
Without any room
A compliment would inflate

Her confidence
Just like a balloon
Putting on a smile
Each and every day
While she died inside

Just rotting away
The pain was too much
She thought about giving in
The kids named her Rudolph

Because she always tried to fit in
This girl died in a car accident
Her problems were erased
I guess that's life's way
Of giving her a pie in the face