Some might say I lead a beautiful life as I'm known as “Pretty flower.”. It is said that my smile is as beautiful as the flowers blooming in the glory of the sun. I've heard people whisper the tale of my happy life as something they wish for.

“If only they knew”

I walk the streets with the biggest smile plastered on my face. The tabloids never have to worry about capturing my photogenic angle as I was born to be in the spotlight.

“Into The Perfect Life of The Flower Princess,“ my show was called. Everyone who watched the show got to see how my perfect life played out behind the scenes of what they saw in the papers. Born into one of the wealthiest families in the country and married into the wealthiest family in the continent seemed like the criteria for having a perfect life.

I had everything I could ever need and if I needed anything else, Santa would deliver my wishlist on a whim and the fun part was that I wouldn't have to wait until it was Christmas. 

My life was perfect.

My life was the answer to many prayers so what else could I possibly want? 

Only if they knew

In the day, under the watchful eye of the sun, I was a happy woman who lived her days in paradise, but at night, it all comes crashing down. The emergency of the dark saw to my ecdysis. The false flesh with the perfect smile sheds off and my true skin takes its place.

At night, sadness bends my mournful soul. I mourn for the little girl whose innocence was stolen in her naivety. I mourn for the teenage girl who was broken by the people meant to protect her. I mourn for the young lady who never got to feel the light on her skin. I mourn for the woman who will never know true love for the rest of her days. 

I mourn for me, a broken spirit left in an empty shell and when I am done, I put on my false flesh with the perfect smile and be a Pretty Flower that blossoms under the watchful gaze of the sun.