Fake angel

Shadows of wings
Arching from her back,

Horns instead of halos,
Tell you she's bad.

She's dressed in jeans,
A tanktop,
And sneakers.

Her mouth stays shut,
Trapping her lively words.

Her eyes are hard,
But from them tears leak.

And from her darkened heart,
Inspiration she shares.

A smile on her lips,
A scar on her heart.

No scars on her wrists,
Only in her mind.