She, under her
Big smile stows
away
the unhappy memories
she wants to be
the perfect happy
person in
this world and

everyone would love
Her and she
Kids
herself, she kids
herself of what
she really

is And she is
the empty shell
waiting to be filled

And she is
the little los t orphan
waiting to be found

And she is
the blank book
waiting to be written in

and she is
hollow.

Ballerina With Fins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hollow-girl/