She walks with a bounce in her step with her head in the clouds but the corner of her lip sags with lies she's been forced to tell. The truth has many shades and her arms will agree along with the scars. Her nose will crinkle when she smiles and she'll tell herself that it's real. She walks with her hands in her pockets so you won't be able to see her hangnails and other flaws.
She's perfect in her imperfections but she has no idea.