An angel falls to the ground,
dressed head to toe in black.
Apparently heaven doesnt want her,
there's something she must lack.
Trying to figure out who she is,
she lets out a lonely sigh.
And as she stares towards the clouds,
a small tear forms in her eye.
She takes a look at herself,
in a hoodie, pants, and beanie cap.
And somehow people like her,
but she looks at herself as a mishap.
She isn't supposed to be popular,
that's why all the preps are there.
People just don't lile "witches,"
ones with heavy makeup and long dark hair.
Kids in school tell her she's pretty,
and the wish they looked like her.
And that she's the next Kelly Clarkson,
but in her mind she's not so sure.
If heaven didn't want her,
why was she accepted here?
Where numbness replaces emotion,
and peace is taken over by fear.
She goes to school everyday,
and manages to hide her pain.
She ignores the feelings in her head,
while they silently rack her brain.
She acts like someone else,
as she tries to hide who she really is.
She puts a show on for all these people,
she struggles to fit in with these kids.
To ignore ridicules and judgment,
she hides behind all of her makeup and clothes.
And she always tries to hide from people,
what everyone already knows.
But no one seems to understand,
why she was put on the ground.
Or why her voice is supposed to be heard,
but she can never make a sound.
She knows she will find peace in this world,
she just doesn't know when.
So she wanders the world all alone,
trying to find a place to fit in.
She must be a fallen angel.
