Sparkles on the tree
They see her as the sparkling fairy
On the top of the Christmas tree.
They see the laughter and cheer
And want it all.
They see her cope with life
And admire her strength
They see the power
And hunger for it.
And she sits in the darkness
Of her memories and pain
And watches them
And wonders how many of them would want to know her
Underneath that sparkling mask.
Would they be able to deal with her scars?
Would they be able to carry her pain?
Would it be too much to dream
That one day someone would come
Who would see not the fairy on the tree
But the timid girl in the dark
One who was scared of loving or being loved
And would sit next to her
And hold her hand
And together they would watch the stars.